deities & heroes.
the moirai gathered around their pool of strings, lachesis digging the fingers of each of her hands into the two bowls before them. clotho tsked, gaze settling on the golden-plated strings as she spun her wheel.
"what shall we do about them?" lachesis asked, plucking one of the golden strings. it shone brightly, uncuttable by any scissors, no matter how sharp.
atropos spoke up, her scissors slicing through air in exasperation. "they cant die. trust me. i've tried."
clotho paused in her task, long fingers settling on her lap. "i know what we can do." she rose from her spot, taking the string from lachesis and bringing it to another bowl, this one of clean water. she dipped the string inside, and it came out no longer shining of gold. "they'll get a new start. a punishment, for their actions. they must learn to live as mortals do. perhaps if they do well enough, and learn compassion, they can become their true selves again."
"and these?" atropos lifted one of the strings that never shone, opening her scissors while ready to snip it away, a smile on her lips.
"put it down, sister." clotho snapped, and the other fate obeyed. she smiled fondly, fingers delving into the bowl. "they are mortals, stuck living this life their gods have made for them. they shall get a second chance, redemption."
the three fates nodded in agreement, and got to work.
"what shall we do about them?" lachesis asked, plucking one of the golden strings. it shone brightly, uncuttable by any scissors, no matter how sharp.
atropos spoke up, her scissors slicing through air in exasperation. "they cant die. trust me. i've tried."
clotho paused in her task, long fingers settling on her lap. "i know what we can do." she rose from her spot, taking the string from lachesis and bringing it to another bowl, this one of clean water. she dipped the string inside, and it came out no longer shining of gold. "they'll get a new start. a punishment, for their actions. they must learn to live as mortals do. perhaps if they do well enough, and learn compassion, they can become their true selves again."
"and these?" atropos lifted one of the strings that never shone, opening her scissors while ready to snip it away, a smile on her lips.
"put it down, sister." clotho snapped, and the other fate obeyed. she smiled fondly, fingers delving into the bowl. "they are mortals, stuck living this life their gods have made for them. they shall get a second chance, redemption."
the three fates nodded in agreement, and got to work.
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