Do we really have a choice in our lives?

Can we defy fate? 

Or are we nothing more than chess pieces for the goddess of fate? 

What is the difference between love and obsession? 
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As her hands moved along the wall, her fingers brushed against a slight dent. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning in, she blew on the stone surface, only for a cloud of dust to explode in her face. She staggered back, coughing.

"Ugh—seriously?" She cracked open one eye, blinking away the dust.

Through the faint haze, she spotted something carved into the stone. She squinted, running her fingers over the words.

"The god of war asked: 'What force bends neither to strength nor will?'"
"The goddess of destiny answered: 'Can fate be controlled or prevented?'"

Alexia frowned. "Okay, now that actually sounds like a riddle. But what's the answer?"
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What happens when you become marked by Destiny herself?

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