"Magic is a twisting tale, Where fools walk fortune's wheel. There's a power in your choices, jewels containing possible fates-and in every jewel: its flaw, its consequence, its doom.
It's never just once upon a time is it? You wanted revenge, like the oldest man with his sharpened stick, like your ancestors with the bronze knife, like your unborn daughter with a ceramic pistol, someday. Cut on the same thorns, your footprints join theirs along a common trail of blood. The path heroes walk. But I'm no hero. I have stepped off the path. I leave no bloody footprints but those I choose, or paint new and twisted ways for others to follow. Take my hand and I will lead you into mists untouched by fate...or maybe, I'll end your journey with the old curses, like witches in the stories.