Cassandra, the goddess of fate, has often gifted her Chosen with prophetic visions, tellings of what is, was, and could yet be. Each Chosen must chart their own course through these tales, slowly coming to understand the narrative behind their Sight, what is for them to interpret and what is merely for them to See. The goddess of fate keeps her own counsel. She alone can tell why some, by their innate nature, change the weave of fate, while others simply follow the course of their own thread. But those of us who chart signs such as these have found a single strand running through the disparate patterns of the fate-weave—above all others, Cassandra chooses storytellers. It is they she favors with the ability to See. And among the saudad, people of story and legend, when one of their own takes the threads of fate into their hands, there is no telling what new narrative they may weave. Inside these pages, those who seek Sight will find story, and those who seek story, Sight. This is the way it ever has been and ever will be. Persephonie Arelle is not yet a Chosen of Cassandra, and the story of her becoming so may not ever come to be. However, I think you will agree with me in this—her story is much more than that of one who can See.