Three old ladies in black sat in a cave, dripping with underground water. They were systematically snipping yarn, bypassing shorter ones, and cutting only the long ones. One special yarn hung above them, twirling in the sulfuric winds.
"Sister.... what of Jackson?" One asks. The constant drip drip drip of water echoed through the thick silence before the one in the middle, obviously the leader, lifts her head.
"Alageasia is in trouble, my sisters. Eragon is failing his destiny, and he needs help. We know only one true hero who can help. I hate to do this though." She rasps in a disused voice. The only one to not have spoken looks up, and whispers,
"Sisters... we know we have given him a hard life. But we simply cannot allow this world to perish under Galbatorix's rule. He must go." She says simply. They chuckle.
"Always the wise one, sister. We will allow Jackson one week to recuperate. That's the only time Alageasia will hold off." The ladies packed up their yarn, and vanish into thin air, heading for another cave. Only fate could tell what would happen, which they just happened to have control over.
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Wings of a War
FanfictionPercy Jackson has just finished his second war. He's happy, keeping the nightmares at bay with Annabeth. But you know the Fates. He can never get a break. And that's why he is one day sucked into another land. This land is strange. Dragons, elves...
