Young Montague never set out to be a bad omen. However, the Guides were the spinner's of fate, and they had a grim muse in store for her. When peering into her future, they saw something more deplorable than words could speak. It plucked a minor chord in their chests, and sent a shiver of despair through the town. What they saw - was nothing. A one sided mirror, reflecting centuries upon centuries of superstitions. An Alasivit. The first in nearly two decades... a sign like rain warning of a hurricane. To be placed an Alasivit was to be brandished a teller of tragedy, according to myth. In all of history, never had one with an unreadable mind not meant a peril only they could throttle. They left legacies seared in the earth, but they were never recalled fondly. The only thing more deplorable than being placed as one, was to be an Alasivit with an Unspeakable magic type. Young Montague never set out to be a bad omen... perhaps though, she had been one from the start.
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