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I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

"What?! I did not say-" "You didn't have to. Usually you tell me about girls when you over them, a conquest or dated in high school. Bro fate has no numbers. Fate is not math man sometimes fate can be a philosophy like Astrophysics or Geology." "Ugh, don't start with your sappy emotions. As innocent as you are Toby, there is no such thing as fate and to prove it I am willing to put money on the table." "My point is there is no way of understanding fate. Wait. So your great idea is to gamble fates nonexistence? If it sound smart in your ears, then Bet."

Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things out to make sure that being together will turn into forever. I'm Yasha Reese Heuson and I am proud to say that finally, I am now officially engaged with the man I love, Axis Ford Averion. THE END. *** Author's Note: Playing my imagination with the different set of ideas running at the back of my head, now resulted into a story entitled "Playful Fate". Thank you so much for reading this story, for sticking with me and for riding with Yasha and Axis' playful love story. I hope you learned something from it. ;)

Gareth stretched a file towards him. . . . ||Hardie Morrison|| I took the papers from him and went through them. Truth be told, I don't think I understand a thing from here. Games. Pass card. Last to be defeated. All the fortune? I was expecting more of this but here I'm only seeing a death game here. Who's gon' die? How in heavens name who some motherfucking fool think of such shitty things like this? Clearly, there's more to this? Yeah? I adverted my gaze towards Jamel then Gareth. "Really?"

Fuck it. I opened my eyes to see the side of the coin which will decide my destiny. HEADS. I sighed and tossed it on the bed and didn’t bother to look where it fell. It’s decided. My fate is sealed. If fate really exist. I sighed again and open the old book to go through the things I required to summon the moon goddess. I hardly doubt if it could really help me to summon the all mighty, powerful Moon goddess but I really wanted to take my chances.

She then shifted the topic and continued, "But there's one part where the logic doesn't add up." "What logic?" Charlie asked. Vera explained, "I mentioned earlier that although the chances of a person with the Dragon Fate producing a child with the same fate are higher than that of an ordinary person, it's still like searching for a needle in a haystack—extremely unlikely. If Master Marcius is betting on your current situation, the probability of success is abysmally low. If you aren't the Dragon Fate, everything else falls apart. Your father couldn't have transferred his fate to you, you wouldn't have attained the Ascended Dragon Fate, and naturally, the Apocalyptic Book wouldn't have been

What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted. That is life, isn't it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best because, in the end, it all comes back to those three basics. Fate. Luck. Chance.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Dancing With Fate. Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Trayton speaks, the format will be as this: Trayton ~ “Are you dumb asses ready to go?”)