Mad at Mouse Part 27

Destiny was impressed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been on a World that was so firmly in the Light.

She had to be missing something.

The people truly meant no harm. She had thought it was just the children.

Things went right. Even when it appeared to go wrong everything seemed to turn out for the best, it was strange.

Of all the Worlds she could have visited, of all the places she could have searched, it seemed she had stumbled onto the right one when all she had wanted was an ending.

The question was, what power was at work here?

Not the Keybladers, their powers were never this subtle.

By that argument, it was not a mage either, or at least not the type of mage she was familiar with.

What power concerned itself more with nudging things onto the right pathways?

Destiny considered that thought as she soaked in the warmth of the day.

It took a great deal of power to change things, but a nudge? At the right time and place a nudge would be all you needed. That didn’t require power, merely foresight.

She chuckled. Merely foresight? She had been dead too long if she thought there was anything mere about foresight.

Foresight and... She frowned again. Those with sight and the will to act on it was seldom ‘nice’, there was usually an element of ruthlessness to their actions if they choose to act. After all you couldn’t save everyone.

And judging by how many people found nothing strange about the strange coincidences, and no idea as to its source, this Seer had been manipulating things for a very long time.

The only one who saw something wrong was the boys’ sister, Candace.

Oh. Oh dear. Please be wrong.

Candace.

No. Just no. If it was Candace it was accidental, she was a teenager, too short sighted to understand the bigger consequences, and things didn’t conform to her needs.

It wasn’t Candace.

But that didn’t mean the girl wasn’t important. She saw what was, even when no one else did, but more than that, she didn’t accept it.

That left far too many people to check.

The boys were too young. If they held the power she wasn’t going to ask for their help, maybe in a few years once they had grown. That included most of their friends.

Destiny was really very tempted. She liked the younglings, they were smart, brave, and fun to be around. They gave her hope, and that was very valuable.

So she was tempted to ask. She suspected they wouldn’t even think before agreeing. They would come if she asked.

That was why she could not ask.

The teenagers were interesting. Stacy and Jeremy had such an easy acceptance of everything, calming their more frantic friend. But it was that very calmness that made her hesitate to ask for their help.

Same with most of the adults. They were calm, peaceful, accepting of anything this World threw at them.

She was missing something.