There isn't a doubt on my mind that will make me believe that I can't support myself. An independent pioneer woman who will take no shit and give no shit. Tailoring my own destiny is what I have grown up with. I can make my own future just like the Weavers did. The Weavers, desolate tribe that has been around for centuries. Sadly, an almost extinct kind. The Weavers were known for sneaking into and out of places almost unnoticeably. A quiet and reserved tribe that favored to keep peace over war. The Weavers were slick with their tongues. Any war torn conversation could become one of harmony with mere minutes. A universal skill to have when trying to convince or compromise with another party. The Weavers were kindred souls who would help out others when they were asked. They were known for being givers, not receivers.
All was peaceful until a measly chipmunk wandered into a glass of wine. One country was pitting against the other with no rhyme or reason. The first country to attack knew of the Weavers' abilities. Their plan was to capture or kill all Weavers for their advantage. The Weavers' country gave very little effort to try and help the Weavers. The Weavers, betrayed by their mother country, turned against them and became nomads roaming from all different countries, but never helping a single one. It has been said that until the war, peace was all that the world knew. Now, violence and crime terrorize every country, slowly killing those inhabiting them. Peace and prosperity could have been achieved, however, one measly chipmunk was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The tale of the Weavers includes all of the knowledge about the Weavers. It has been centuries since there has been any Weaver sighting, but some say they are still in hiding, awaiting the day to seek revenge on those who had wronged them. Rumors have circulated about the Weavers. They are thought to possess many different abilities, one of which is changing a person's destiny. They have been the hope in the eyes of many. War, famine, and diseases have taken over leaving a death trail in their wake. Cities are in ruins, trashed, and threatening to be in.
However, I will not let this torn world ruin my chances at experiencing life. That is because I am Chance, of course.