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Authors note: By the way, Teodora is not a ghost because it is after masters of myth.


"Sisters, I sense a prophecy awakes." Said a woman to her sisters, who appeared to be weaving and cutting thread. They were in a Greek temple made of black stone, the moon was but a thin crescent in the sky, and the stars were dim. The pale moonlight lit up their pale ghostly faces. 

"The prophecy wakes yet again. Ohh, but this is new, this story shall come into play very soon."

"Yes"  all three of the  the women said in unison "The Darkness wakes from slumber, the lion brandishes it's sword, the spirit weaves her magic lines. The Darkness, follows the champions, and consumes it's wake. All shall fall once the last star blinks out, and the world will see no light. The Lion and Spirit alone will carry the sun to the sky, but if Darkness fully rises, all shall fail."

Silver and black tentacles rise up to the ebony colored temple, and grab two of the women, the remaining one, begins to run, but as she does, her face starts to fall, and she mutters to herself, "Perhaps this will come sooner than we expected," the fate sighed, for that's what she was, one of the three fates.

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⏰ Last updated: May 25, 2020 ⏰

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