Fate.

Funny little word that is. It is never fair and when it comes to life, we spin our own yarn and where we end up really, in fact is where we were always ordained to.

My name is Alona William Joans and I am thinking gravely about this finicky trivial word as I stand before the fresh grave of my mother the late Norah Ella Fitcherburt Joans. An atmosphere of sad melancholy veils the dim panorama, yet I feel a sense of concord I never felt around my mother when she was alive.

Maybe because now, I knew the reason behind it. The point where it all started and the story behind my mother's restless eyes. A cause even she was never aware of.

Let me tell you a story. A tale forgotten by the world, the Fate's untold tale_