Fate is barely a guideline

“Well, that was interesting,” Sally said, pensive. Then, in that excited tone she always takes when she has an idea, she practically ordered something to Qeleb: “Give him Áled, would you?”
“Well… he’s resourceful,” he considered. “He adapts to any situation, but…”
“And he’s observant. I’m sure he’ll have a lot of cool things to tell me when he’s back! It’s not just the foreseer, did you see what his cousin did?” Sally was certainly excited about our unexpected visitors.
“No, but I kind of noticed, thanks for being so concerned,” Qeleb said, more focused on the files on his screen than he was in the conversation.
He was probably picking the right peacekeepers for the—also unexpected—job. Always business, he was.
I had no idea how they even understood what had just happened. But that was probably because my mind was on something else.
Her name was Cecilia, the foreseer had said, and she was…
“She’s an unlabelled flask,” Sölitas said, quite serious. “Don’t you dare to invite her to work here just to study her ability. I can tell you the formula already, you know? It’s just like your magic, it doesn’t feel like actual magic for the rest of witches, but that’s what it is. There, you have your answer.”
As they argued about that theory, I could tried to understand why he had called her an unlabelled flask.
She was a little unpredictable, I guessed. But wasn’t she just doing her best to keep up with the events? And she was caring, I had seen her worry when Qeleb attacked her cousin. Maybe she simply was guardian… though I had to admit, she was a little too explosive for that.
Later that day, when I let my best friend know that I had Seen her, he didn’t even understand at first. When he did, he looked at me with something too similar to pity and said:
“You understand that earthlings don’t do good with cultural differences, don’t you?”
I guess I did.
Whatever she was, my soulmate would never be part of my family, understand my beliefs, or share my principles. Even if I managed to live with that, would I ever be able to understand her enough? Would we ever be happy?
Being fated to someone didn’t mean you had to work any less. If anything, it means that no amount of work would be enough with any other person. The prize was great, of course, if one succeeded, but sometimes that was more difficult than others.
I guess I always knew that the odds were against me, and every time we talked that part became more evident but, somehow, I slowly understood why we were meant to be.

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Sometimes you just recognize what (and who) you've always wanted.
A scene for the Epic Character Challenge organized by LexiCon (WordiGirl).