Many years ago, the gods ruled over the land and were worshipped by all. But as man grew more advanced, they soon faded into myth, and left the realm of man alone, only watching from behind the seems. But, as we all know, Zeus could not, because as...
You sit up as you see the child in front of you. She offered you a hand. You were a bit cautious, but something about this girl felt familiar.
You take her hand as you stand up, looking down at her. She looked to be about the age of 12.
Y/N: Who are you?
Clotho: We are your big sisters. I am Clotho. Or, you may know us better as Fate.
When she spoke, it sounded like three voices at once. But for her, the child voice was more prominent.
Y/N: So I'm not dead. That's cool, at least.
Clotho: Not yet.
Y/N: What do you mean by that?
Clotho: I don't know. What do I mean?
Y/N: I'm not interested he mood for games, Clotho.
She puffs out her cheeks.
Clotho: Such a shame. You never were a fun child. There is so much insecurity and uncertainty.
She stands up, walking away from you, leaning against a tree before walking behind it.
You walk after her, only to see that she is no longer behind the tree. But you still hear her voice.
Clotho: Wanna know something about your fate? Maybe some words to give you something to think about? Though I can not give you the straight answer, that would be too easy.
Y/N: You serious? Can you at least be clear with me. We are siblings, after all.
Clotho: Just because we are family doesn't mean I can or even will give you special treatment. That wouldn't be fair to other living things.
You walk, trying to find her in this misty forest.
Y/N: Yet you came to me in my dreams. Don't people have to make a grand journey to see you.
Clotho: Usually. But, you are special in that regard. We can dream walk as well, and thanks to our blood connection to you, it's easier to enter your dreams. So your fate is always close at hand.
Y/N: What happened to no special treatment.
You feel a weight on your back as your little big sister rides on your back.
Clotho: I guess it's just a part of your thread. Speaking of threads. I wanted to show you something.
She slides off, walking around to face you. She reaches up her sleeve, pulling out a thread. It was short at first, but she stepped back into the mist, beckoning you to follow. You do so and see multiple threads, all moving in conjunction with one another in constant motion.
They lit up the area with a glow that topped any wonder you could even imagine. It looked like an elven forest you'd see in an rpg video game.
Y/N: Well. This looks like a sweet dream.
Clotho: Isn't it? Before you ask, this is exactly what you think it is. And this, right here.
She leaps up, pulling down a string.
Clotho: Is your thread little brother.
You see the thread moving and flowing through the forest , but unlike every other thread, yours was crimson red, dripping with blood.
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