After Morn had left North that day at The Temple of The Dead, he had
returned home. Sitting at his desk he tried to keep interested in his
lessons but his mind kept drifting to other places. His mother, knowing
his moods, came up and put her hand on his shoulder. "What is it, my
quiet one?" she asked. "What weighs so heavy on my child whose spirit
should soar? Tell me what troubles you?"
2 "That day in school," explained Morn, "when I saw North preparing to
leave with that horrid uncle of mine, I could have stopped it. All I
had to do was call out, say 'No, North, don't go with him. He's no
friend! ' But I couldn't do it. So I caused my friend's misery and his
3 Morn's mother knelt beside him. "My beautiful child," she comforted,
"my poor babe. So much you know, yet so little you understand. You
cannot change a person's destiny. You can't alter what must be. That is
why you were stopped. A Force greater than yourself reached into you
and kept you from interfering.
4 You do not understand now, you grieve because of your friend's pain.
There was nothing you could have done. If it had not been that day, it
would have been another day. Your uncle was to die, and
General Star was to kill him. It had been a long time in coming, but
each knew he would complete the other's destiny. You cannot change
5 "Then, what good is what you taught me, mother?" Morn asked. "What
good are all these skills you have taught me to use? If they cannot
even protect my friends, what are they for?"
6 "That, my son," explained Golden One, "you will have to learn for
yourself. We must each find our own destiny, seek that place, that time
that fortune has given us. No matter what had happened, you would be
here. For it is your destiny. No one can stop that. Even if someone was
able to go back in the past and kill me so I could not come here and be
your mother, it would do them no good. For someone else like me would
have come, and you would have still been born.