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On the day Jennifer Green was born a pile of stones was placed alongside her scale of life. A few were the dark gray of sorrow, but most were a pale blush color. The largest stone was the rose hue of a sunrise. That one would be placed on the scale the day she married Drew Bishop. Even more brilliant but a wee bit smaller was the pink stone glistening with specs of silver. That one would bring Jennifer a baby girl named Brooke. The Keeper of the Scale smiled. Seeing such happiness laid out before him was pleasing to his eye.
Since the beginning of time, he and he alone has been challenged with the task of keeping each person’s scale in balance. A bit of happiness and then a small stone of sorrow, until the lives he has in his charge are measured evenly.
You might think such power is universal, but it is not. There are silver threads that crisscross the landscape of scales and connect strangers to one another. Not even the Keeper of the Scale can control the events traveling through those threads; the only thing he can do is try to equalize the balance once it has been thrown off. There is nothing more he can do for Jennifer; now he must find the thread that leads to Drew if he is to have the love he deserves.
The Keeper gave an angry roar – Silver Threads
The Keeper of the Scale saw the thoughts in Drew Bishop’s mind and smiled. It was a good thing to see a father watching over his child, a thing that deserved to be rewarded. He took a large rose-colored stone from the pile and placed it on the happiness side of Drew’s scale.
For a moment the scale found perfect balance and then without a visible cause sorrow began to outweigh the new stone. Without lifting it from the scale, he rolled the stone over and examined it carefully. On the bottom, nearly hidden from his all-seeing eye was a splattering of small dark spots. They appeared to be growing larger by the moment, spreading, connecting one to another and coloring the underside of the stone an ominous gray.
How can this be? The Keeper wondered.
His great eye traveled down the spire of the scale and found at the bottom a silver thread twinned around the base.
He followed the delicate thread across the landscape. It traveled first one way and then the other, touching nothing until it came to a spot where it was caught beneath another scale; the scale of Eddie Coggan.
The Keeper gave an angry roar and lightning snapped across the sky. In all his centuries of watching over the scales, he had never before encountered such an injustice. He railed at the power above him, but was helpless to change the pathway of the thread.
For the first time since the dawn of mankind, The Keeper tried to remove the stone he had placed on the Scale. It wouldn’t budge. It had grown so heavy that not even his great power could lift it.
There was nothing he could do to change the course of events. Everything would happen as it had been destined.