The Girl With The Magenta Hair

The universe let out a sigh and breathed for the first time it seemed. Like it had been holding its breath through out every epoch of history waiting for this one singular moment in time to happen.

Its breath was baited. If it had eyes in the traditional sense they would have been fixed solely on Kimber. She moved with a certain beauty that other women lacked. It was something natural though and not the kind of things that girls used to learn at etiquette schools decades earlier. It was a purposeful stride too, as if she knew.

How could she know, though? How could she possibly be aware of the greatness she was destined for?

"She couldn't know, right?" the universe thought to itself, simultaneously running every possible scenario of her life leading up to this exact moment, trying to account for all variables.

"No, there's no way she could know."

Kimber pulled the tattered, black ribbon from her long, magenta hair and entered the cafe like every other Saturday morning as if this was an ordinary day...