((to all))<br/>The guard looked to all the occupants of the room and was about to speak when another voice, a female, cut him off. "Fate is very real. He has chosen a group of people every turn of the century to participate in a story of his own creation. Those who seem out of place are only the best pick. I am afraid if you are standing in this hall and are not of my employment you have been chosen." Standing at the head of the hallway was the queen herself, draped in an elegant white robe laced with gold. She held a scepter with a black crystal embedded in the top. Her long blues hair was tied back behind her to keep it out of her aquamarine eyes.