Edward

Edward carries a staff that isn't decoration. It's a conductor. The citrine on the tip isn't there to look pretty. It's there because Edward understood centuries ago that luck isn't waited for: it's directed. It's aimed. It's focused toward where you need it to go. The three-leaf clover on his clothing speaks of natural luck, the kind that comes on its own. The four-leaf one on his belt is something else: it's the luck you go after, the luck you earn, the luck you deserve for not giving up. Each Edward that is born has his own way of looking at you. The one that arrives in your life will know exactly what kind of luck you're missing. Because there are several kinds, and not all of us need the same one. "My staff aims. My citrine amplifies. My clovers work as a team: one attracts what was already coming toward you, the other opens paths you didn't even know existed. If you feel luck is dodging you, it's because no one taught you how to call it. I do."