There are many people in this world who don't belive in destiny, or fate. They believe they are in complete control of their lives with no help from outside forces, but I know better. How do I know? I'm someone who is known as a "Weaver". Weavers are individuals who can see each person's life threads, and can even manipulate them so that a specific person's destiny changes. The catch is that only one Weaver is ever born in a generation, and another won't be born until I pass away.
My only job is to protect the tapestries that make up each person's life, and prevent others from manipulating the threads just to gain control over others. However, that doesn't come without a few ground rules and there is only one I have to follow. I can never change a person's destiny, or it will cost me my life to do so. Harsh rule I know, but that's to ensure that Weavers don't abuse the power they have been given, so I can only use my ability to manipulate the threads if it is absolutely and unquestionably necessary. Luckily, that's only in extreme cases so I don't have much to worry about there.
The only thing I do have to worry about? There are people out there who believe Weavers shouldn't even exist and hunt us down like we're some kind of curse human beings. We call these people "Hunters" for the simple fact that that is what they do. They hunt people like me down just to kill us, which is why I have to keep my ability a closely guarded secret from everyone. So far I haven't had much trouble slipping underneath their radar and keeping myself from being found out. However, I guess if I'd paid more attention I'd have realized sooner that my time going undiscovered would soon end.
And it all had to happen because of one chance meeting.........



The hallways were filled with students as they all pushed and shoved to either get to their lockers or their first class of the day. The usual first school day chaos filled every part of the school as teachers checked and rechecked over their student lists, and students kept glancing over their schedules as they searched for classes or raced to claim a locker before all the best ones were taken. A few announcements blared over the intercom but no one paid them any attention, after all it was just the usual first day news that was repeated almost every year. In fact a few students could say word for word what was being said over the intercom, so no one really gave it the time of day as they continued with the usual first day routine.

"Sheesh I keep forgetting how crazy this gets." Calla muttered under her breath as she kept fighting her way through the swarm of bodies before finally reaching the right classroom. Her grayish blue eyes glanced down over her schedule for what felt like the hundreth time as she brushed some of her waist length, dark brown hair away from her face. She wanted to make sure she had the right room number before looking for a seat, but her schedule confirmed that thankfully she was in the right classroom. Now that she had that straightened out the tiny, pale-skinned girl quickly made her way to the first available seat she could find.

With a brief glance at her watch, Calla realized she had some time to kill before the teacher would be coming in and calling the class to order. So since she had gone over her schedule enough that she had it almost memorized, she grabbed a book she had been reading earlier and flipped through until she found her place. At the same time she casually glanced up as more students came in, almost as if she were trying to memorize who was in what class just so she would have an idea of who her classmates were this year. However, what she was really doing was keeping a lookout for anyone she didn't recognize. New people were the students she had to look out for, but so far she hadn't noticed anyone that caught her attention. So it looked as if for now she was in the clear, but Calla wasn't going to let down her guard until the school day came to a close.

Calla had been so engrossed in the book she was currently reading, that the only way she knew anyone else was coming inside was when she heard a knock on the classroom door. Her first idea was to just ignore it since it was probably another teacher or some other faculty member coming by for whatever crazy reason, but something in her mind told her she'd better pay closer attention. Usually her instincts weren't far off in regards to warning her of possible trouble, and she casually glanced up only to see some student she didn't recognize walk inside and introduce himself.

"Uh oh new student.....that's a warning right there." Calla thought to herself as she looked over this Jasper character with a casual, but scrutinizing, stare. Everything about him looked fairly normal, but she had learned early on not to take such things at face value. Hunters were masters of blending in and keeping a low profile until they struck, and any new student fell under her suspiciouns unless otherwise noted. However, she kept her stance as neutral as possible so as not to end up getting any suspiciouns up should this new guy be a hunter by any chance.

Just as the teacher finally called the class to order, Calla placed her bookmark next to the page she had left off and closed her book before turning her attention to the usually first day notes and plans the teachers gave. So far she had gotten a fairly straightforward syllabus for each of her classes, but even she knew teachers could be unpredictable. What they gave on a sheet of paper they may change with a snap of their fingers, so she would much rather hear what was being told instead of relying totally on the piece of paper lying on her desk. However, that didn't stop her mind from wandering over this Jasper guy, or why she just had this feeling that she needed to be wary of him. Then again she could always say it was because he had to be a hunter, but that was no definite thing either. Of course her gut instincts weren't usually wrong, and it had gotten her out of plenty of scraps in the past.

Still she couldn't base everything off just a random feeling, she needed more facts first. "Looks like its time to call up some old connections." Calla thought to herself before she went back to her notes, but not before deciding she'd just keep her eyes on Jasper and see what happened next. Maybe she'd find out in some underhanded way whether he was a hunter or not, but she was pretty sure that would be easier said then done.

Hearing Jasper speak up from beside her, Calla stole a glance in his direction once the teacher was distracted with something on the board. As she always told herself to do she acted casual and didn't change her usual stance or way of acting around others just because she was supicious. That was a sure fire way of getting caught, and she really really didn't need that hell to put up with at this point in time.

"Calla, yeah weird name I know." She said as she took his hand and gave it a slight shake before pulling away. Something about the way he was eyeing her made her edgy, as if he knew there was something unusual about her but that couldn't be right. She kept her abilities as a Weaver a closely guarded secret, in fact no one in this room knew about it so why should some new guy have any suspiciouns?

"Unless he's a hunter." She thought to herself but she quickly forced that thought out of her mind. She couldn't have that constantly hanging over her, it would just make her paranoid and that wouldn't help much. Being constantly on guard around everything and everyone would only cause her to slip up, and that was something she couldn't afford. One mess up could net her getting injured or killed and she would much rather avoid that scenario at all costs.

Aside from her usual suspicioun, Calla wasn't doing much of anything to him at all. Actually the most she could do was use a little confusion haze she had learned a few years ago in case she was caught in a tight situation, but she was steering clear of that right at that moment. So whatever was going through Jasper's mind, she was completely clear of it save for the comment on her name.

"Well, I guess I never thought of my name that way before." Calla admitted once the teacher was back to writing something on the board. That was about the only comment she could make since the teacher had turned back to the class and was speaking on some topic that she thought was important but no one else really cared for. However, once her back was turned again Calla easily went right back to the same conversation as before.

"But I don't think your name's that weird. You're actually the only Jasper I now know, so I'd say out here it's not that common." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders before writing down some more notes in her book. Actually considering she had never really known anyone with that name, it made it easier for her to remember which was definitely a plus. Mainly because she could not shake the feeling that there was something different about this guy, but it wasn't really an unpleasant feeling. Just this nagging thought in the back of her mind that refused to be ignored, but as always she shoved it away and didn't think on it much. She could worry about it later, but right now definitely wasn't the best time that was for sure.

Once the bell rang signaling the end of another class, the usual rush to get out of the classroom began. Students began grabbing their things and making their way to the door as fast as they could possibly go, while the teacher shouted out one final thing to them and hoped they had heard her. Although half of them probably hadn't and wouldn't have a clue as to what the teacher was even talking about to begin with.

When most of the mad dash was over with, Calla pulled her bag up into her seat and stuffed the rest of her things inside before heading out the door. For the first class of the day it hadn't gone to badly, but still she never did like coming back to school after a long break. Especially since it meant winter would be starting soon, and she hated it when it got so cold it was enough to freeze everything overnight. Her and ice definitely did not get along, and just the thought of having to walk down the sidewalk while it was covered with ice caused a shudder to race through her. She'd be lucky if she got here with as few bruises as possible.

At least it wasn't that cold yet, and they still had a few months of warm weather left before it started changing. For that she was grateful but her mind was completely on the weather. More or less she couldn't stop thinking about the new student who she had spent half the class talking to. He seemed friendly enough, but she still didn't know enough yet to make a decision on whether he was a possible hunter or not. True all clues seemed to point towards the idea that he wasn't, but at the same time she couldn't shake the strange feeling she got when he was around her.

"Maybe I'm reading to much into this, after all I only just met him." Calla thought to herself as she walked into her next class and grabbed a seat near the back. She would just have to hold off and see what happened now, because if he was a hunter he'd reveal himself eventually. They always did one way or another, and if she could keep her eyes open until then well that'd definitely answer any of her former questions.

The same flood of students left the opposite classroom while the usual ruckus of conversations swirled around the mass of students. Each one seemed so lost in their own little worlds that they weren't paying attention to anything or anyone else around them, and Calla certainly didn't mind that. She never did like being the center of attention, for more reasons then one, which would probably account for her low social life. In fact she could say she had only had a few close friends in her life, but in the end they all just went their seperate ways. Not that it bothered her, considering that being a Weaver meant her life was constantly at risk as well as the people she knew. The last thing she wanted was to end up dragging someone else into her problems, especially considering how dangerous her problems could be.

Despite not being much for hanging around groups, Calla did give a few polite waves to some students she recognized from previous semesters but that was about it. Her only goal at this point was to get the school day over with as quickly as possible so she could get out of this crowded building. It was just way to chaotic in here sometimes, especially during the first week, and it did tend to get irritating after awhile. Still she dealt with it like anything else and just let it roll of her back without really letting it get to her, but that didn't mean she had to like it much. However, her current train of thought changed rather quickly when she caught sight of Jasper standing right outside the door obviously waiting for something, or someone depending on why he was there.

"You know, you look like you're bored to death or something like that." Calla remarked casually but she certainly couldn't blame him if that was the case. Then again if he had been waiting on her by any chance, that would have just brought up an entirely new set of questions. More specifically why he had decided to wait around for her to show up in the first place, unless he just felt like it and that she would take as a valid explanation. Or maybe he had his own reason but either way, she found it kind of strange that anyone would have been waiting for her to show up for any reason. Especially some new student that didn't even know her that well to begin with.

ooc: Thanks. Didn't notice.

OOC: Welcome. ^^

While it was true that Calla could make almost anyone do what she wanted just because of her abilities, she refused to use what she had to that end. To her, it wasn't worth it if she was forcing people to do what she wanted even if they didn't realize it themselves. Not only that but she couldn't risk abusing her ability as a Weaver, since the consequences would have been quite harsh if she dared attempt something like that. She was only permitted to interfere in a person's fate when there was no other option available, and even then it was a one time deal. After that she'd be as good as dead, and she would rather not commit a random suicide for no good reason at all.

At the same time she didn't really want to get anyone else involved in what she had to put up with in her life. The risk factor was to high for her to let anyone get mixed up in it, making her existence a rather lonely one at times. Not that she regretted that, because at least then no one else was going to be put in danger because of her and she preferred keeping things that way as much as possible.

So then, why was she letting herself get involved with someone like this? She knew having any real friends at all was a huge risk, and she had never let herself take such a chance before now. So what was so different this time? She couldn't put her finger on it really, and that frustrated her to no end. Of course even with her power as a weaver there were things even she didn't know, and in a case like this it looked as if answers were going to elude her for now.

"Well I think I'm stuck in World History.......yep that's my next one." Calla said as she glanced over her schedule again and mentally gagged at the class she had to take next. She really was not that great at History of any kind, mainly because she would end up getting names and dates so confused that she wasn't sure what took place when. World History was probably going to be worse since that would be even more stuff to memorize at once, and she was not looking forward to that at all.

"Sure, I don't mind." Calla said with a shrug, since that was a innocent enought question in her opinion. Not that anyone had ever really asked if they wanted to sit next to her in any class, most people just grabbed whatever seat was available no matter who was around them.

The classroom had already started filling up by the time they reached it, but as luck would have it there were still some seats left close to the back. That was where Calla felt the most comfortable so she instinctively began heading in that direction. Most of the remaining students were clustered around their usual places while bits of conversations kept floating around her until the sound of the bell broke in, and even then the talk continued once the annoying buzz had ended.

No one would really get quiet until the teacher came in, and from the looks of it he or she was late for the start of class. Which meant they would probably end up rushing to spout off whatever needed to be done in this class and Calla was not looking forward to that at all. She hated missing something because a teacher had to rush through things, and she would end up missing something important before everything was said and done. Oh well she would just have to do her best and hope she was able to keep up. Not that she ever had a problem with that before, just sometimes it could be annoying trying to listen to a teacher that liked to talk at ninety miles an hour.

Hearing that kind of question definitely caught Calla off guard. Hearing someone ask about her age was definitely an uncommon question, but then again she tended to act older then she really was. Everyone she knew always said she acted more like an adult then a teenager, but then she had more to deal with in her life then they did. While most teenagers worried about somewhat trivial things that didn't really matter in life, she had to worry about making sure the track their lives were on stayed on course and wasn't changed by anyone. That was enough to make anyone see the world in an entirely different way, maybe moreso then necessary but it was just part of the job.

"Seventeen, but I have been told I act older sometimes." Calla told him as if it were just a casual comment, but to her it was. After all it was true, she couldn't tell you the times people had asked her age because she didn't act the way people at her age normally would act. She wasn't boy-crazy, or worried about her looks, or being popular, or stuff that most seveteen year old girls worried about. She was more sensible in that she knew there were things more important to worry about then that, so in a sense she probably had a more mature outlook on life then some. Of course to her it was just because of the rather off kind of life she had, that's what often came with being the only Weaver currently in existence.

At that time the teacher walked in, a chubby balding man with wire-rimmed glasses that made his eyes look like an owl's, and began attempting to call the class to order. Although from the looks of it he never paid much attention to the back of the class meaning Calla and Jasper were pretty much free to continue whatever route their conversation was taking. If you could call it a conversation that is, it was more like a Q&A session and Calla was really started to wonder what was up with all the questions. True she could chalk it up to him being new here and just wanting to figure out more about her, but something about his questions and just the overall feel she got when near him felt a little off. He wasn't totally normal that much she could figure out, but did that point towards him being a hunter? It was possible but she couldn't just act on a possibility. Not unless he slipped up somehow and revealed himself without knowing it, and the likelihood of that happening was pretty slim. So in a case like this she was just going to take it at face value that he wasn't, but that didn't mean she was dismissing him completely. The chance was still there, she was just going to have to wait and see if anything happened that was more solid proof of anything.

"You have no idea." Calla thought to herself but she didn't dare voice that comment out loud. She knew the minute she said something like that it'd bring on even more questions then she cared to answer. The last thing she needed was giving away everything about herself, especially to someone that just might end up being an enemy later on. Taking risks was something she preferred not to do unless necessary, or if it meant getting herself out of a sticky situation then she usual considered it.

"I guess I am a little unusual." She answered deciding that was a neutral enough answer for the question. She wasn't disagreeing with him since she knew what he said was true, but at the same time wasn't giving away more then she felt comforable saying. Although she just had this gut feeling that his questions were more then casual conversation, as if he was intentionally looking for something out of her that he wasn't suppose to know. That sent a few warning flags up in her mind but she refrained from making that obvious.

Then again she may just be feeling paranoid. She wasn't use to letting herself get close to anyone, in fact she spent most of her life trying to keep everyone at a safe distance. Not that she shunned everyone and she was a fairly friendly person, she just never let people get closer then necessary. It was to dangerous to allow for that luxury, and she would hate for someone to get hurt because they were associated with her.

So then why was she not following that same rule now? What made this Jasper character so different? Maybe she just wanted to jump off the deep end and see what came of things, or maybe she was going crazy in the literal sense of the word. Either way she was in a little to much now to think about getting out without looking suspicious herself, and she couldn't afford that. Instead she opted to ignore the usual uneasiness that came with letting people get close and decided to just run with this for the time being. After all it may end up answering her question as to whether he was a hunter or not, and what better way to do that then get close to him? Not to close mind you, just close enough that she had a better idea of where he was coming from and whether or not she needed to be on alert 24/7.