Chapter 1 - Grab hold of destiny! There's no such thing as luck!

In a world where Fate takes the form of a massive of weave of threads connecting everyone and everything, Noal Kai races to find an answer to why his mere existence throws all of destiny into chaos.

Threads of Fate

Chapter 1

Grab hold of destiny!  There’s no such thing as luck.

Ella Gant turned the busted tail pipe over her mouth and a solitary water droplet slid down and teased her from the rim.  She shook it free but it all but evaporated by the time it reached her tongue. 

“WATER” she cried, as she dragged her body across the sand like a dried-out slug.  “I can feel it!  We’re done for!  No miracle rescue for us this time!”

 

She tossed the twisted hunk of metal away and then fell to the ground in a plume of dust.  A few feet behind her, twenty-one-year-old Noal Kai was still scratching his head and looking back at the smoldering wreckage of what was once their ride.

                “I just don’t understand it.  It was a steamobile.  It runs on water!  How could it have caught fire?” he asked aloud.

                “Really?  Out of everything that’s happened in the last two weeks, that’s the part you don’t understand!?”

Ella buried her head, reducing the rest of her complaints to inaudible muffles.  Just how long had they been out here anyway?  Even with the car, Noal had figured they’d be goners by day two, but here they were on what must’ve been day four; or was it five?  Maybe Fate really was helping them out.  He took pause at that thought and squinted over the horizon, but the golden thread continued to stretch onward into infinity.

Fate, help him?  It was official; the heat was making him delusional. 

                “Hey, come on.  We gotta keep moving,” he urged to Ella, who was now slumped over a rock several feet away.  “Hey, didn’t you hear me?  I said we have to go!  No?  Fine, I guess I’m just going on without you.  You hear me Ella?  This is me walking away now…  You hear that Ella?  Ella?” 

Her short emerald hair whisking in the desert breeze was the only response he got.  This was a trick; it had to be.  If she expected him to-.  No, absolutely not.  There was absolutely, positively NO way that he was going to…

 

Noal’s feet sunk deeper into the sand with each step.  He shifted his body to compensate but was only rewarded with Ella drooling all over his shoulder.  His partner was about a foot taller than Noal, skewing far closer to athletic than dainty, which made her awkward to carry.  At least the fifty pound supply bag on his chest evened his center of gravity out.

“Geez, how can a woman who hasn’t eaten in almost five days still be so heavy?” Noal mumbled.  He could’ve sworn he felt her knee him in the rib.

Noal wandered onward, putting his faith in the seemingly endless line of the golden thread, just as he always had before.  Once or twice, a small town or oasis crept up over the horizon, but then vanished just as quickly �" mere mirages.  By the time the dancing elephants and bikini-clad women appeared, he had all but given up on finding any real salvation.  So his skepticism was perfectly warranted when, a half-day later, he doubted the massive city that conveniently appeared in the distance.  Noal kept expecting it to vanish as he got closer, but this mirage seemed particularly stubborn, growing larger and larger until he found himself in the monolithic shadow of its outer wall. 

                “I don’t care… if you’re real this time or not.  I can’t take another step,” he confessed to no one in particular, collapsing to the ground.

He laid there for a good, almost relaxing few seconds, before piercing excitement erupted above him.

                “We’re finally here!” she shouted.  Noal lifted his thousand pound head just enough to see the silhouette of Ella, stretching out as though waking up from a nap.  “Isn’t it wonderful Noal!?” 

                Noal seethed.  “Well, don’t you seem suddenly energetic?”

                “Oh… right… Hmm, well I guess I must’ve suffered a bit of sun stroke, didn’t I?” she said, turning to him with a pitiful false cough.

                “Liar!”

                Her feigned weakness morphed into an indifferent shrug.  “Well either way, we’re here now; no sense in getting angry.”

                “And where is here exactly?”

Ella pointed to a hanging sign high above them.

‘Welc_me to Fortun_ T_wn’ 

Noal glowered but Ella was impervious to it.

                “Come on, get up!  I can’t wait to have a look around!”

 

What a dump! 

They’d gone through all that wandering, all that suffering, for this?  She’d promised him class and culture; a city with some history to it.  In reality, Fortune Town was nothing more than a crumbling mosaic of poorly constructed buildings, rusty roofs, and decaying streets.  The only history here was the unwanted bits that travelers dumped before heading somewhere else! 

As they navigated the dense morning crowd together, Noal couldn’t be more annoyed by the huge smile on Ella’s face.  Was it possible this was actually what she was expecting? 

                “I can’t believe I let you drag me all the way out here for this.”

                “Me?  Wasn’t it your golden thread that led us here?  Or are you trying to tell me that you just happened to stumble across this place in the middle of the desert with no map and your horrid sense of direction?”

Noal reactively squeezed at his chest, where the golden thread stretched out from his heart.

                “Well… yeah, I suppose�".”

                “Then what are we arguing about!?  Honestly, you’d enjoy life a lot more if you’d just lighten up a bit.  Maybe even show a little bit of, oh I don’t know, enthusiasm from time to time.” 

                “Enthusiasm!?” Noal blurted.  “Please tell me exactly why I should be ‘enthusiastic’ that we just trekked for five days through the burning desert just to reach this dirty, rundown gambling city!?”

                “Rundown?  Look around you!  Look at this architecture!  There must’ve been over half-a-dozen generations that put this place together!”

                “Yeah, a half-a-dozen generations of drunks, hippies, and gamblers.  Ella, it’s like they just took the slums of every other city, squashed them together, and then dropped them in the middle of nowhere!” 

Noal pointed to a precarious looking building with a sheet metal roof, perched atop another equally precarious looking building.  The entire structure swayed with even the slightest breeze. 

                “Hey, I like it,” she said with a shrug.  “Maybe they don’t have the best engineers, but at least it shows that normal people have potential too.”

                “The potential for what?  Building a death trap?  It’s a wonder that this place has survived as long as it has!  Who in their right mind would live here!?”

                “Noal!”

The entire morning crowd was staring at him with slack-jawed expressions.  He swallowed nervously and, without a word, wilted away into a back alley, leaving Ella to smile apologetically at the locals. 

                “What’s the matter with you!?” she scolded, chasing after him.  “Have you lost your mind?  Try calling more attention to yourself why don’t you!?  Honestly...”

“Look, I just think it would be a good idea if we found what we were looking for and were on our way,” Noal grumbled.  “I don’t like being in such crowded places.”

“You want to leave!?  But we just got here!  Tell me Noal, what exactly do you have against cool showers, comfortable beds, and meals where the main course isn’t expired military rations?  I’ve got a good feeling about this city Noal.  From here on out, our threads are connected to good things.”

“Oh right, and I suppose these are the same threads that got us into that mess in the desert, are they?  You know, sometimes I wonder if you really are the genius fortune teller you claim to be.”

“Hey!” Ella snapped.  “You think it’s as easy as all that!?  Playing with the laws of Fate is tricky business!  One wrong tug or pull and I could unravel the very fabric of existence!”

Noal rolled his eyes.  “Right.  Look, all I’m saying is that trouble seems to follow you around like a dog on a leash.”

Ella was fuming now.  “Oh is that so?  Why don’t you say what you really want to say - that I was supposed to predict the trouble with the car, right?  Well I couldn’t!  And why not?  Because of your damn Power!  In case you forgot, that little doggie you were talking about?  As I recall, he’s YOU.”

* * *

She’d practically dared Fate with that outburst of hers, and even before the words left her tongue she already knew the higher powers would make good on it.  Sure enough, Noal suddenly doubled-over in intense pain.  Ella pulled back her partner’s cloak to reveal the brace covering his left arm and underneath it the Providence Eye tattoo.  Sure enough, the jagged eye was wide open and excited, staring directly at her.

That could only mean one thing.  The Power was waking up.

Beside her, a carton of bottles rattled, then further down the road a pool of fountain water rippled.  There wasn’t much time.  She closed her eyes and focused her mind as she reached into her waist pouch and pulled out her seeker deck.  Her heart was hammering, but she forcibly slowed it down with deep, calming breaths.  One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand.

Ella opened her eyes and scattered the cards.  They fluttered to the ground all except for one, which hung suspended, bouncing up and down as if on a string.  She reached out and touched it with her finger and a hundred glowing threads flared out in every direction, wrapping themselves around people, places, and things.  She searched frantically for that one thread that was frayed, the one thread that now vibrated out of synch with the rest.  A hundred threads, a few precious seconds. 

Ella reached out and grabbed the card between two fingers. 

The Death card.

Her eyes raced.  There - one in particular swung violently now.  It stretched down the street beyond a group of playing children, past a saloon and hotel, and ended at a horse drawn carriage.  The horse bucked violently, its master completely unaware of what was happening.  Seconds later the Fate thread snapped, as did the horse from its carriage, tossing the rider into a water trough.  It galloped up the street, completely out of control, straight toward the group of playing children.  Fate threads all around tangled in chaos.  Ella ran as fast as she could, but she would never reach them in time.  That meant there was only one alternative; she had to stop that horse. 

Focusing her mind, a thousand Fate threads flared out in every direction.  She searched for anything she could use.  A wagon, a few bystanders, some hay, none of it would help.  Only seconds were left when she spotted a hanging billboard, just a few feet from the children.  It must’ve weighed half a ton at least.  It was her one shot. 

She quickly traced a path of threads back from it to her, grabbed them, and leapt into the air.  She spun and twirled, her jacket fanning out around her like a dancer’s dress, Fate threads circling like streamers.  She landed with the grace of a ballerina, her dance now done, but off in the distance the real show was just beginning. 

On a nearby roof, a three foot thick strut supporting an enormous water tower suddenly snapped like a toothpick, toppling the silo over.  The water roared across adjacent rooftops like a tsunami until it smashed into a steam turbine, wrenching it free of its hinges.  An unaware worker suddenly turned and screamed, but at the last second he conveniently lost his balance and fell on his back.  The generator sailed over his head, missing him by mere inches, before crashing into the sign’s support beam and then falling into the empty alley below. 

Everything had gone according to Ella’s plan, until the sign teetered high above the children, holding stubbornly to its perch.  Ella gritted her teeth.  Had she miscalculated?  No.  With a bone-chilling creak, the sign finally gave up and came crashing down, and not a moment too soon.  The horse was mere feet from the kids, with their fearful faces dead in its sights.  Yet not a second later it suddenly found a massive wall slamming into the ground directly in its path.  The wild beast bucked onto two feet, wailed in panic, then lost its balance and fell to the ground.  Disaster averted.  Almost.

By now most of the kids had scattered to safety, but the youngest of them was still frozen in shock.  An ominous, swaying shadow crept over the crying child as the towering barrier that was once its protector began to wobble, losing its balance.  Ella hadn’t thought that far ahead!  Quickly, she followed the sign’s threads back, and as luck had it one of the threads now passed right next to her.  She grabbed it and yanked with as much force as she could muster, but the sign still fell anyway in a spectacular explosion of dust and dirt. 

Gasps and screams filled the air.  Ella squeezed her eyes closed; she couldn’t bear to look. 

“Oh my baby, you’re safe!” 

Ella forced one eye open and was rewarded with a huge sigh of relief.  The child was still alive, unscathed and crying furiously.  The horse lay on its side just a few feet from him, likewise shaken but unhurt.  The cheers from all were equal parts relief and astonishment, for as the dust cloud settled the improbableness of the situation became clear.  The massive bar sign now lay precariously balanced on its thin side, diagonally across the street. 

 

“Did you see that!?” exclaimed one man.  “That’s… that’s impossible!”

“It’s a miracle!” 

The locals looked around in a confused stupor.  One man knelt down next to the child, and put a hand on his overjoyed mother. 

“You got one mighty lucky kid there,” he exclaimed.

From a distance, Ella let out a shaky sigh of relief.  Luck?  Luck had nothing to do with it.

Threads of Fate

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Reviews

[Waka Crusnik]

Wow... This is definitely a great chapter to open with. Everything from the character interactions to the near disaster that unraveled later on... I was hooked the moment I started reading. First off, I love the interactions between Ella and Noal, it's always entertaining to watch two opposing personalities interact, and the conversation was very well written... Second off I was really intrigued by the whole "threads of fate" concept you have going here. It's an awesome concept and yet I'm surprised no one thought of it before, you would think the "threads of fate" would be an obvious thing to pick up on but my God I'm glad you were the one to pick it up. Even though Ella can control fates, seeing that she could miscalculate with the thousands upon thousands of strings does not make her control any more assuring; hell it makes it more nerve wracking!

And the best part is that you answered a lot of questions while creating a crap ton more. Why are they in the desert? Why are those two, two completely opposite fate wise, traveling together? What are they in search for? But it's not something that leaves me mad, you didn't abruptly leave off or anything. I'm just hungry for more is all. You're looking into publishing right? If your book is anything like this one section, then hell you got yourself a fan right here.

Once again, awesome job.

[TheElfPrincess]

Very interesting, nice artwork and a wonderful first chaoter. A well written, descriptive chapter. Well penned.

[Raven Starhawk]

In my opinion you do not give away too much. This chapter really was something worth reading and I am greatly looking forward to the next chapter. I am a super fast reader so I will have all chapters read by tonight!

[.quan.011.]

This is a interesting and well written first chapter.

[Helpless]

intereting first chapter :)

[mark slade]

really good. I like the story you have written so far.

[TJ]

Simply amazing.

My first question: Did you do the artwork? I love it.

ALL YOUNG WRITERS TAKE NOTE! this as a PERFECT opening chapter. You set the stage for your story and characters, laid groundwork, implied backstory, and showed us some action. And you did this, not in some exposition based, boring, disconnected manner, but in an active amazing way! You worked your backstory into the story and didn't overload with the past/stasis! I don't know how many reviews I've said "show don't tell" "too expositiony" "don't have to give us the entire history in ch. 1" amazing job.
I loved your action scene! I've always had trouble with these. In the past I used to describe the movements so meticulously that it read more like the choreography notes from a movie fight scene than a story. In an attempt to fix that I know bog my action scenes with story which destroys all the action. You balanced these perfectly.
Is this anime type writing? Artwork makes it seem so as well as general imagery. Team SESSHOMARU!

Oki guess I have to have some kind of critique to add validity. The only thing I think of is when you mention Noal is 21, it seems like you forced that in there. That's it. That's all I got as far as critiques.

Great job man!

[Lou Briggs]

Quite the contrary - the world you created is very mysterious and intriguing! I think I have a pretty good understand of Noal and Ella's characters, but it's the first chapter. (Is Noal pronouced "No-ALL" or "Nole"?, and I like Ella Gant's name =D). The threads of fate in general, the concept, is a beautiful idea, but can everyone see it, or just them?

I like the speed the chapter went at, and I really liked that it wasn't ridiculously long, but I think you need a little more information about the town. Not a dump-truck full of info, but a little bit more.

This may be because of the pictures you included, but I am getting a slight anime vibe from it, which isn't bad, but might not be what you are aiming for. In all, I plan on reading the second chapter as soon as I can!

Great job!