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“Destiny.... and Probability. Order.... and Chaos. Born from the melding of Creation and Destruction.... From when pure love went astray only to then be corrected by an act of true love.... The Absolute Power is gone to the dusty lonesome shelves of myth and folklore... Destiny.... and Probability. Order.... and Chaos. For the sake of all they must be kept apart or else catastrophe will once again rule supreme. For no one being is meant to direct Time and Space both.... Let us hope the future heeds the mistakes of the past...”
Paris, France, Twenty Years Ago-
The Eiffel Tower.
Once a grand symbol of a grand city. One of renown and admiration. And yet it was here that she sat. Cold. Alone. Confused. Scared. There was one...once.... Though they never met face to face none of that mattered, none of that mattered because she could feel it...him. That other presence, or rather force, yes that was it. She could feel this other primal force not unlike what she felt from herself from the moment she became aware of the fact of her being right there with her. Right there beside her from the get go. Right there beside her calling to her but just out of her reach. No matter how hard she tried to reach out and respond to the call, how loud she called out, she was never able to actually reach the other force.
Eventually she got tiered. Exhausted. She had no idea how long she had been laying there reaching and calling out for that other force but eventually stopped. So she settled down and relaxed instead. Going from active wanting to meet the other force to accepting she couldn’t, but took happiness and comfort in the fact that it was there at all. That she wasn’t alone in the dark after all but rather had the second presence to keep her company for however long she was to be there. The dark wasn’t so scary anymore as long as that presence was around with her. It was safe. Familiar even though they’d never met. Still even then she knew that as long as that other force was around she would be alright, cared for and about. Untouchable. Unstoppable. Only that other force could ever even hope to match her.
Paris, France, Present-
This is where our new story begins....