All I have to do....

[mari_grayson]

Family troubles. Definitely plural. That's what got her into this. If she had reconciled with her father, would Raven have been able to find her? If Raven had not been the daughter of Trigon, if Mar'i's own father had not seen his parents murdered, if Komand'r had not sold Koriand'r into slavery, if Thomas and Martha Wayne had not been gunned

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[jla_extras]

Ma'ri Grayson turns a corner, and Destiny is there. He reads from his book as she approaches.

"And now you are here, as you always are at this time."

And Destiny also walks in his garden, reading his book, and looks up at the heroine with empty eyes.

"And you are here, yet I have no note of it."

He flips through his pages, searching for her name.

[mari_grayson]

She gives him a respectful salute. "My lord, I am called Nightstar. At my birth I was named Mar'i Saldja of the House of And'r. I am the bound servant of your brother the Dream-king."

[jla_extras]

"Are you," says Destiny. It's not exactly a question. As the oldest of the Endless consults his book, another iteration of him walks by, also consulting his book.

"Paths are diverging, Mar'i Saldja of the House of And'r," says the new Destiny.

Yet another iteration of Destiny stands ahead of the other. "Some paths are closed forever," he says. "Their presence erased from the book."

The first Destiny looks up again at his counterparts, then back at his book. "Whya have you come to this place, Mar'i Saldja of the House of And'r, also named Mar'i Grayson, also named Nightstar. You are not here at this time."

[mari_grayson]

She looks around, confused. "Why are there so many of you?"

[jla_extras]

Destiny looks up from his book and his dark, eyeless gaze falls on her.

"We are at a point where Destiny takes multiple paths."

[mari_grayson]

"Why is that happening?"

[jla_extras]

"Why?" he asks, somewhat confused by the question. "It is happening because this is what now. Reality is diverging, and Destiny walks many paths in his hedge-maze garden."

He closes the book, and around the garden, there is a sound of book after book being shut.

"Your fate is unclear, little harbinger. Leave this place, your path will lead you where you need to go."

[mari_grayson]

What is left to say or do? Protest that she is not little? From his point of view, she is.

She flies on.