The time had come.

From the moment he had been born, he had known this would happen. With his birth had come awareness. With awareness, had come the knowledge of everything. He could not control it. He could not alter his own actions according to what he knew. All of life was predestined and all he could do was follow the script.

He did not think everything all at once. To do that would have been to lose himself to madness, and such was not his fate. He thought individual things at the precise moments he was destined to. The lab-witches that had both made him and now studied him would never understand him to the level of absolute perfection that he knew himself. It was no fault of their own, of course. It simply wasn't meant to be. He knew that they had learned from him thus far, he knew everything that they would still learn from him in the future, and he knew they would never understand him entirely.

If he hadn't known better, he would have called it 'luck' that they had even managed to manipulate his father's curse as much as they had, but luck had nothing to do with it after all. It was just another aspect of fate.

And now he knew it was time. There was a place called Lantessama Isle where he was destined to be.

The Twisted Fate was not meant to be freely teleported to or from. It was encased in powerful magics that only let people arrive or depart when they were intended to. That hadn't stopped some exceptions, of course, but by ordinary standards, Radeskmav was otherwise as ordinary as they came except for his Curse of Knowledge. He was not physically strong nor was he magically powerful.

But he knew. He knew where he was supposed to be. He knew who awaited him. The images in his mind were as crystal clear as reality itself, no different from whether he closed his eyes or opened them. He slipped through the wards not because of skill or intent, but because no spell at all could ever impede the clarity of his knowledge.

In no more than the moment that it took to think, the smoky-dark corridors of the ship around him became instead an island of lush greenery and open skies... but it was the murky waters of the bay ahead of him where destiny awaited. His hooves clopped mutely on the thick, wet sand below them as he strode forward, the sound already known to him despite this being the first time he'd ever heard it.

I am here, he thought to no one other than himself. His thoughts could not be heard because no one else already knew them. Then, because he knew he would, he turned away to find those that needed to know that he was here.

He could not tell them he was a candidate for the wisps and the swamplights, for that would have been offering information they would not already know. But they would figure it out, he knew, for it was his fate to be here.