Destiny is a funny thing. It toys with us, plays with us, molds us into what it sees fit like we consist of nothing but clay. It tricks fate, tricks our minds, tricks space and time. If we question it or try to deny it? It wreaks havoc. It wreaks absolute havoc until what it has desired is claimed. Rarely ever is Destiny outsmarted, out-tricked, bested. But when it is, it rears back with a fury with only one goal in mind. To reclaim what it sees is rightfully its.