Millennia ago, a seer sat down in front of her crystal ball, and gazed in. She saw a pencil that drew marvels, and the girl who wielded it. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were glowing white. When she spoke, her voice was otherworldly:
In a time of miracles,
A girl will rise,
An artist,
With a magic pencil,
The girl will be stronger than the pencil,
With power beyond measure,
But she will be forced to make a choice!