Prolouge
*Somewhere nearby the Mountains, inside a cave*
Three goddesses weave each thread that symbolizes the fate of every mortal being, then tie it up with another string. They are the ones responsible for deciding the human’s fate and who they will end up with.
“Almost done with my task. Just a little more and..” Clotho says while tying the last thread.
“There. With this fate, I blessed you Sophie, and Albert a happy and healthy life. No hate and violence shall intervene with your relationship and you’ll both face the happy ending you both deserved.” Clotho smiled happily at her work then took her things and put them back in the drawer.
“My turn” Lachesis gently took the thread then carefully began to measure it.
“I think this is enough, don’t you think Clotho?”
“Hmmm? Oh yes”
“Then, just like my sister’s blessing to you Sophie and Albert, I have one too, I blessed you with nothing but happiness and love” A smile formed on her face then hung it on the corner, joined by the other threads that they also weaved this morning.
“I’m finally done” Lachesis stretched her arms then lay on the sofa next to her sister Atropos.
“How about you sister? How was your work?” Atropos smiled and she then closed her eyes and rested for a while.
Minutes later, she opened her eyes then turned to her sister.
“It was fine. I cut the lives of some mortals that need to cross the other world now and rest for their afterlife. As for the mortals who commit heavy sins? Well, the king of the underworld is the one who’ll decide their fate. Either be in Elysium or spend Eternity in Tartarus. But of course, we already know where they will end.”
“You’re right. But it’s a pity they didn’t choose the right path for their life. Instead, they stayed to what they do knowing that it all ended up in the wrong way. Sometimes I feel bad that we couldn’t help them even if we’re the one who’s deciding their fate.” Lachesis sighed then looked at the ground. Atropos saw her sister’s despair then moved close to her to hug her.
“Sister, you’ve done nothing wrong. We’ve done nothing wrong. Fate just depends on the action of every mortal. Yes, we do know that we control their fate but that doesn’t mean we’re the ones who are responsible for their actions. That’s why they have this thing called free will right? It means they could do what they want, and if they want to choose that wrong path, then it’s their mistake, not ours. All we do is write down what will happen. I don’t see a reason to be guilty of that.”
Lachesis looks up at her and smiles bitterly. “Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry sister. Maybe I’m just tired.” She sighs.
Atropos stood up then looked at her sister cheerfully.
“I know what’ll cheer you up.”
Atropos bent down and took her cloak that was lying on the floor. She got up then took her sister’s hand. Lachesis gave Atropos a confused look but decided not to ask about it.
“Nectar. Let’s have some Nectar.” Lachesis Wiped her sadness then replaced a smile on her face.
“Wait. Clotho are you coming?” Atropos called their sister who is standing in front of the hall of the immortals.
The hallway is also composed of threads that are hanging on the wall, and up the ceiling hangs the threads of the first generation of gods–Uranus, titan goddess Rhea, Thea, Hyperion, even Cronus. The Primordial Gods such as Hemera, Aether, Nyx were also there.
But Clotho’s attention was focused on the thread of one of the big 3 eldest gods, which is perfectly timed with the string of one mortal.
“Uh. Sisters, I think you both must see this.” Clotho called Atropos and Lachesis and they walked fast towards her in the hallway.
“Sister, what have you done? His fate is not supposed to be with The mortal woman.” Atropos said and Lachesis’s eyes widened when she saw the two strings tied to each other.
“No sister, you got it all wrong. I didn’t do anything. When I was done doing my work I walked around the room and saw this happened. I didn’t do anything. I’m not the one who tied that up.” Clotho defended but Atropos just sighs and looks at the new destined fate of a God that involved the life of a mortal woman.
The thread soon started to glow and it startled the sisters. They quickly took a step backward and noticed that the other String was starting to change its color.
“Look. It’s gray, the other one is gray” Clotho exclaimed.
“Gray means what? Black represents death, but what is gray?” Lachesis looks at her sister then back the glowing threads.
“Gray I think if I got this right. I think it would represent after death.” Her sisters looked at her with confused expressions but both didn’t say anything.
Lachesis wasn’t familiar with the new shade of gray color for its strings, normally It is only either red, black, and white. Gray may be associated to black for souls that look more like transparent gray. It represents emptiness and emotionless beings waiting to be judged.
“So his lover is not a goddess or mortal but a soul? How can that be?” Clotho asked but Atropos shook her head.
“I also have no answers to that. But we’re gonna find out sooner or later. For thousands of years, we have never seen this kind of incident in our lives. Someone is creating their fate. And that someone is the most powerful of all.”
They were silent as they watched the two strings that continue to glow.
“Should we cut it then?”
“No, we are not cutting anything Lachesis. Even if we would try to, the thread has some kind of shield. It looks like it’s protected by some black or white magic. I--I still don’t know what we should do about it. But let us not allow the others to know about this alright? Especially the Olympians. Let’s keep this issue secured until we finally have some answers to this incident.”
“Yes, sister,” Lachesis and Clotho said, then nodded at her.
“You both go now and rest. I’ll start to pick some information about this and I’ll tell you what I’ll get in the morning”
When the two sisters left, Atropos began her research. She reached for some old books and she looked for information about these two glowing threads. She also used her magic hoping to find answers, but with her luck, she found nothing.
‘Isn’t he supposed to be tied up with Persephone? Why is fate suddenly changing? Who could’ve done this?’