He reached his hand into the Well of Dreams and found the strings of fate which connected every life in every world. Which string was the correct one? His fingers slid across every fate, every life. He could see flashes of what they would become should he choose them. He halted, fear of what he might unleash if he chose the wrong one. Yet there was no time to hesitate. His kingdom needed aid. He needed a hero, and also maybe a bride. Why not get a two-in-one? He settled on one string. It felt right. It felt true. How bad could it be?
