Fate looks upon their threads that wove your life. One shivers, flickers, and dies. Thread cannot die, like a mortal, but it died all the same. And dead threads could not weave a hero's tapestry. Certainly not a hero like you.

They pull the dead thread, and weave in another instead.

Retcon'ed: Fate has given you a different branch of magic instead.

You sit in their bedroom, feeling rather frazzled. Did something change and you didn't know it? It's hard to tell. But introductions must be made.

You stare at your mirror with a smile you hope doesn't seem off. You are Catherine Terrer, also known as "Noot". Your branch of magic involves words. A versatile magic, if you think hard enough. Whenever you speak, it's almost as if your words have a certain charm to them. It's up to you wether you use this to charm people, to enchant or perform spells, or to tell something as simple as stories. You have a lot of other choices than this too- written words are still words, after all.

Just remember not to push yourself, or the magic in your body might overtake you.

You nod to yourself. It's time to stop thinking about this. Your magic is most likely able to charm the Queen, practice or not.

You look around your room, filled with paper and books you've used your magic with. Your bed's not too awfully tidy at the moment, but you can fix it later. There might be other stuff here too under the clutter.

Do you want to look for something or meet the guard already?