Author's Note: (4/8/15) Hello, hello! I'm sure many of you are probably confused as to why this old story's popped up in your notifications/emails/whatever again. Well, allow me to explain.

...I'm rewriting this series.

Now hang on, don't panic. I'm not going to be completely rewriting this entire story all over again from page one. I'm just...remastering it, if you will. It's been almost 3 years since this series began, and I like to think that my writing has improved tremendously in that time. I will say that there are some plotlines that will be drastically reduced/shifted around, simply because I think they got too involved or I just don't like them anymore. But most of what's being changed is going to be the dialogue/descriptive paragraphs.

(Except for this first book. This one's getting totally rewritten. I hate the old version.)

SO! If you've already read through this series once before, don't worry. I won't be offended if you don't want to read through the entire thing again. (Except this first book. I PROMISE IT ISN'T GOING TO BE SHIT THIS TIME OH MY GOD.) If you do, I love you. You are an incredible human being.

If you're new to Changing Destinies, then welcome! I can assure you, you won't be disappointed. :) Happy reading!

The Changing Destinies Series: Book One

A Strange Twist of Fate

-Erin-

"...No." I frowned and tapped the trackpad on my laptop urgently. The dreaded buffering circle had appeared...again. "No, no no no! Oh, come ON!" I groaned, reaching down into the bowl of cheese balls that sat on my desk in front of me. "We were just about to get to Joffrey's death scene! That's the best part! Stupid laptop..." I grumbled to no one in particular as my Game of Thrones marathon was brought to an abrupt halt. Angrily shoving more of the cheesy snack food into my mouth, I let out a grunt of defeat, closing out of my web browser where I'd been watching the hit HBO show on a less-than-trustworthy site. I pushed back from where I'd previously been hunched over my desk, brushing crumbs off of my pale legs. Hmm. Should probably shave sometime soon. ...Ahh, whatever. I stood, licking my orange-stained fingertips as I shuffled across my disorganized bedroom floor and headed downstairs.

I glanced up into the family room as I passed by on my way to the kitchen. "Hey, mom."

"Hi, Erin. What time do you want to get up for work tomorrow?"

I set the plastic bowl in the sink and reached into the cupboards for a clean glass. "I don't know, probably around eight. I'm going to shower in the morning before I leave."

"Okay. Dad's going to DC tomorrow, so we'll probably just order pizza for dinner."

"Sounds like a plan to me." I opened the refrigerator and frowned at the lack of soft drink available. "Why don't we have any soda?"

"It wasn't on sale."

I rolled my eyes. "What if something really important like milk isn't on sale the next time you go for groceries?"

"Erin..."

"You're just going to come home like 'sorry guys, guess you're eating dry cereal for the next two weeks.' Seriously?" I grabbed the lemonade pitcher and stuck my head around the corner of the wall, grinning. "I'm just kidding."

She rolled her eyes. "I know."

"Love you," I winked, pouring the lemonade and heading back upstairs.

"Love you, too," I heard her reply.

I sauntered back into my room, pushing the door closed with my foot and downing a swig of lemonade before setting it down on my desk and hopping onto my bed. My most prized possessions were kept on top of the headboard – namely my small but steadily growing movie collection. I set my small Sauron bobble head that guarded it aside and picked up the stack of DVDs, spreading them out across my mattress to start leafing through. "...Do I want to watch Harry Potter? No, not really feeling that one..." My eyes then landed on the boxed trilogy laying off to the side, and a small smile appeared on my face. Man, it's already getting late...I really shouldn't... But how could I pass up the chance to watch my favorite films of all time? "Oh, what the hell," I said, pulling The Fellowship of the Ring from its casing. "Why not?"

I grabbed my lemonade as I headed back over to my desk, wasting no time in setting up the movie. I quickly popped the DVD in, then jumped up and ran across the room to turn the lights off as the faint music of Lothlórien came through the speakers, along with Galadriel's ethereal voice.

"I amar...prestar aen...The world is changing...han mathon ned hen...I feel it in the water...han mathon ne chae...I feel it in the earth...a han nostod ned 'wilith. I smell it in the air."

I spoke the next words of the prologue along with the elf queen as I rushed back to my seat, my smile growing. "Much that once was...is lost, for none now live who remember it." I hummed along to the music as the History of the Ring theme swelled with the title card fading into view. This was going to be a great night.

At that moment, however, I was distracted by a sudden thought popping into my head. Shit. Did I text Kaia about not being able to pick her up tomorrow? My hand shot out for my phone immediately, forgetting the full cup of lemonade sitting right in front of me.

As soon as I hit it, I froze. "Shit!" I switched on my desk lamp, watching in horror as the small light illuminated my laptop just enough for me to watch the sweet drink wash all over my computer and drip off the back of my desk. The screen froze, and I panicked. "Oh God, oh God! I fucked up! Oh my God!" I dove down beneath the desk, fumbling around for the power cord, not realizing that all the wires and cables beneath the desk had been soaked as well.

In hindsight, it was probably a stupid idea to reach for the plug itself instead of pulling the power cord out directly from the laptop. I don't even know why I did it. But, of course, stupid old me didn't realize my mistake until my hand touched the plug and outlet. Just as I realized what was happening, a shock went through my body like I'd been struck by lightning, unnaturally powerful coming from such a simple outlet. The last thing I remember was emitting a cry of pain before slumping forward as my mind went blank.