I've never liked the idea of being controlled by fate.

[ It's said quickly, like he thinks about this a Lot. ]

For a while my life was plagued by...ancient magic. I hated acknowledging it, but I was cursed by it often enough. A whole war from ancient Egypt started up again when the relics the ghosts were sealed in were unearthed. A classmate was possessed by the spirit of a trickster pharaoh...who claimed I was the reincarnation of the priest who'd been his devotee and rival, and that the priest's influence created me.

I've seen visions and I sympathize with the priest and his fallen lover, I guess. But the idea that everything about me was decided thousands of years ago...I hate it.