Strings of Fate

1- Wine and witches

Ba

I pause for a moment to adjust my uncomfortable high heeled shoe. It’s black to match my waitresses‘ uniform which I honestly find to be too provocative for what is supposedly an upscale restaurant. Sex sells I guess, not that I would ever let a customer touch me that way.

Borderline is one of the few places in the city that allows both normal customers and Magies, so despite the long hours, barely adequate pay and uncomfortable uniform, It is perfect for me as one of the only places that will hire someone who is marked but has no marketable magic skills.

Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. While labeling everyone according to their species might seem concerning, it actually saves a lot of lives.

Most species have weaknesses that are much easier to avoid if they aren’t shoved in your face by some oblivious person who has no idea the damage they’re causing. I don’t know a lot about the marks themselves, only that they are applied magically and that everyone has one unless they are one hundred percent, normal human.

Normal humans make up about fifty percent of the population in big cities like this. Some magics are easy to identify. Shifters inherit their abilities from their parents, so they are marked as Shifters from birth on their arms with varying marks depending on their individual species.

Witches and Sorcerers also inherit their power from their parents and are easily identified. People like me however are harder to categorize. I was left outside the hospital for magical beings when I was only a few hours old. After days of tests to confirm I was not any of the known species but that I did in fact have magic. I was marked as an unknown.

Now that might sound all cool and mysterious but believe me it is not. Humans and Magics. don’t tend to get along all that well. No humans will accept me because I am marked as a Magic, and no Magics will accept me because I don’t fit in with any of their groups. I can’t even find any other unknowns in this city as most people get their marks adjusted as soon as they are old enough to identify their powers for themselves.

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1- Wine and witches

My life is not so easy. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. For this reason, I have been unable to get my mark adjusted. This might not be a problem if my magic was something dramatic and powerful that demanded respect, but this is not the case. I can’t breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches.

and all, but it just really doesn’t pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to

is meant to tie them to their destined soul mate and blah blah blah. Yes I can see them. But there are other threads too, in different

connecting people which seem to represent that the pair are fated to be friends. This doesn’t mean they won’t have other friends or anything like that. Just that

people who are fated to be enemies. I

aren’t the kind of person I want to be around anyways. Occasionally I come across other threads, but I don’t always know what they mean, and since I don’t exactly have a guide

suspect that green threads are for fated mentor/mentee relationships. I often see them connecting young people to old, students to teachers or children to

rarely see people with white threads, and when I do they tend to be doctors, fire fighters or other do–gooder types. My best guess is that they

mess, all the threads twisted around each other. Sometimes people mix up their blue threads with their red

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of people have only one or two threads, or sometimes none at all. No one ever has more than one red thread though. One soul mate per person,

saving grace is that I don’t see the threads between people unless the two people are fairly close by each other, say a few blocks maybe. I don’t know if I can see my own threads. I never have before, but that doesn’t mean anything. I might not have any, or maybe I have never been

tell if the people whose fate is predicted by the thread have already met. If the thread is light and floaty like it’s caught in a breeze, I know

that great. Fate knows what it’s doing and doesn’t need any help from me, so basically all I can do is watch the threads and judge people silently for things they don’t even know exist. Aside from being pretty useless as far as abilities go, it is also pretty distracting. It’s hard to pay attention to someone’s face when you

are long which cover my mark. The swirling patterns in my mark are supposed. to represent the threads of fate, there are three of them in red, black and white. The mark is

and as long as people don’t look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than

that I never have any regrowth or anything like that because it

colourless.

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have developed a habit of staring at the floor when I greet customers. This might be a problem in a human establishment, but in a place where Shifters and other Magics

months back but I found them too uncomfortable, besides, it would be too

naturally blessed with. I cringe slightly under the glare of my shift manager Anthony. I must have paused longer than I thought. I straighten my

table twenty.