Nick was walking around, brushing himself off. As his roof caved in from something, as he was doing his illegal gambling, for fate was a card dealer. His cloths where fine just dusty, he was just tinglily. He felt as if something was happening, something magical. He pulled out his deck of cards, the cards four different colors, one for each thing he can do, but he needed magic to use them, most of the time the cards would just burn. But they weren't. He stopped and looks though them. They seemed to never end.
Your fate is within the cards.