<div align="center"><strong>Scion: Destiny’s Desire - Fatebound</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://www.komarckart.com/cov_26.jpg)(http://www.komarckart.com/cov_27.jpg)(http://images.cryhavok.org/d/20251-1/Scion+God+by+Michael+Kormack.jpg)</div><br/>This is Band 1's  adventure thread.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>“Is it ready?” asked one of the three women. Her dark, almost unnaturally so, eyes flashed with interest as she looked at a veiled woman leaning over a large leather-bound book. Its pages were used and yellow. She turned one with utmost care as if afraid to rip it apart with barely any force necessary.<br/><br/>“Soon. The prophecy’s requirements are not yet met.” The veiled one spoke as she turned around and gazed into her crystal ball.<br/><br/>“Show me the boy.” Said the previous voice. Her companion nodded and uttered a word in a language which sounded anciently beautiful. "Planedenn", she commanded and the crystal ball filled with dimmed, shadowy light. The light illuminated a single figure – a young man or teenager, hard to tell exactly, sixteen to eighteen years old. Tall and handsome, even by that age he was sure to have been on the recipient side of many crushes. Naturally curly short red hair, the beginnings of facial hair of the same shade of red, green bright eyes, and a smile, charming and boyishly shy at the same time. He was wearing a pair of simple jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked like a handsome, but otherwise ordinary, person.<br/><br/>“Mothers will be pleased. At long last, their long-awaited vengeance is nigh. They have waited for generations. Or was that millenia?" A third woman spoke, her voice loud, melodic and sweet as honey. "No matter." She chuckled as her eyes fixated on the crystal ball.<br/><br/>"The radiant bitch’s spawn will lead us to their complete destruction.” The dark-eyed one sounded excited at the prospect of vanquishing their eternal foes. She lifted her gun up and reloaded, smiling at the sound it made. Her smile was not kind. There was nothing kind about her. Her smile was wicked in the most wicked and disconcerting way possible.<br/><br/>“The Silver Wheel will unravel the very world her kin has striven to protect over millennia. How ironic.” The veiled one smiled as her fingers touched the ball. She reached inside of it and grasped the boy's image, shaking and distorting the vision.<br/><br/>Suddenly the ball flashed with light as bright as sunlight, blinding the three women for a few seconds. When their sight was returned, they noticed that the ball no longer showed the boy. Instead, the glass was partially shattered and broken, and each shard showed a different silhouette.<br/><br/>There were eight of them. Two women and six men.<br/><br/>The first of the two women was beautiful in a very dangerous way.<br/><br/>With raven-black hair and hazel eyes, the pale-skinned beauty carried herself with an aura of serenity and sexuality, but it was clear that she had been touched by something dark and sinister, death itself seemed to haunt her. The second woman was similarly attractive, with black hair and blue eyes constantly watching out for trouble. She was beautiful and radiant like the sun -- and yet she cast a shadow terrible to behold, a shadow in which all terrors seemed to dwell. One of the men was dark and handsome, of powerful stature and great strength. He was covered in scars and tattoos which only enhanced the intimidation effect... as did his blood-dripping aura. Dark, twisted, bloody aura of sacrifice, fire and war. He was not the only one whose body was adorned with ink but his tattoos were non-existent in comparison to the other man whose form was reflected in another shard. Rugged, handsome and ink-crazed, this man's confident smirk said it all. His image seemed to shift as if trying to defy the power of prophecy and the flash in his eyes foretold only chaos. As did another one's aura -- as red as his hair, as hot as his temper, as dark as his past. A black raven flew past him as the three women continued to look at the glass shards. Chaos and disorder seemed to radiate from another of the men. His green eyes were lidden, his handsome features relaxed, his mind somewhere else, possibly in a land of ecstasy and pleasure, his psychic aura numbed down by intoxication and euphoria or - possibly - something else. The next one was very difficult to the ones before -- a gentle giant, with kind blue eyes and dark brown hair, his face showed kindness and stability, as did his aura. It was like an eye of the storm -- calm and preserving even amidst all the chaos and havoc all around. The last silhouette was of a handsome dark-haired man whose dark eyes seemed to flash with focus, hidden knowledge and determination. And yet, something in him made the onlookers think of a proud and magnificent loud. The threads of Fate danced around him as if protecting him from any harm that might come his way.<br/><br/>All of them were on their way to divinity. On their way to embracing their destiny. An invisible thread of Fate connected all of them together. Bonded forever by Fate.<br/><br/>The veiled woman's hand dripped blood. The shards and the characters each of them represented were soon splashed with blood. Their faces and visages no longer recognizable, covered by the dark red liquid.<br/><br/>Blood.<br/><br/><em>Soon.</em>