As soon as I entered the palace's area through the gate, the winds around me blew faster. They were hitting me in my ribs. Everything seemed to tell me that I was not welcome here. But I pressed on. I used no magic to walk from the gate to the huge door, slightly ajar. Though the sky was overcast here, the little bit of daylight entered the huge hall inside.
Before anything happened, I looked around the hall. The grey marble walls were covered by glass at a certain distance, forming a huge box all across the wall. And inside all that space, there were webs. Tons and tons of flax had been spun over all eternity. Since I suck at engineering terms, it looked somewhat like this:
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There was a staircase by the door, that led to another storey, and one up there led to the top storey. Each storey had a ground made of fiber glass, and had the same build on them as above. As soon as I ended analyzing the palace, my head started having a splitting headache. I collapsed on the floor, and started hallucinating.
I saw Tina. She had her legs stuck to iron chains. Her face and arms had various cuts. She seemed dejected and lost. She looked at me, straight at me, with a look she had never seen me with; hate. "You," She said, "You were at fault. You destroyed everything. You doomed us all. I hate you."
"Please, don't say that." I said. It seemed all so real. Behind her, suddenly, stood Elisha. She had a knife in her hand. "Lord Wilson takes no prisoners." She said, and drove that knife through her gut.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" I cried. My girlfriend, who apparently hated me for my error, was dead. We had lost. And Jared Wilson had become Lord Wilson.
The scene, however, shifted. My head was still splitting with the headache. I saw the sea throwing out Riya and Hiya on the beach in Themiscyra. Both of them lay lifeless in front of me. I called out their names. But no reply. Inside my mind, I felt like something was playing football, and my loved ones were the goals.
The picture shifted again. This time, I saw Dadai. He was dead too. He had died to save Abhro. Abhro looked at me with teary eyes, "Had you not saved me that day, none of this would have happened. You are a scam."
"No, please, no." I cried. I banged on the floor with my hands. The scene kept changing. The headache won't stop. This time, I saw Dad. "You failed me, son." He said, "You failed all of us. From today, I will know that I never had a child."
Dad was followed by a blooded battle field. Around us, everyone seemed dead. Trent had been shot with an arrow. Urwa was burned all over her body. Alyssa, the daughter of Kratos, was hanging by the neck from a tree, clearly murdered. Delilah was stabbed through the heart. Gerard had his head bleeding. Rahul lay ahead, stabbed through the gut. Rhian, by my sisters' side, lay lifeless. All the Atlanteans dead. All the Amazons fallen. Right in front of that massacre, stood Iris. She had absolutely no concern I was there. She cried to see the children she had nurtured fallen. She took one look at me, and I felt her godly power. Every bit of me seemed to tear into pieces, along with the headache. "You show up now? After failing everyone? All of us? How dare you show up?"
"Iris," I said, "It's..." I didn't get to complete. The scene changed again. This time, I saw Mom. There was a tiny bit of love left in her eyes, but even she seemed stiff. I tried to talk, she would not even look at me. She wouldn't say a word. This hit me somewhere I can't say. The headache was already destroying me physically. Mom's silent treatment finished me off mentally. In pain, sorrow, and disappointment of myself, I shouted, "Just kill me. Please, end this."
Suddenly, all the pictures cleared away. My vision was my own. The headache was gone. And I was still lying the hall of the Fates. Only this time, I was not alone.
Three female figures floated midair around me. They had glowing golden aura around them, a divine aura to be precise. All three of them old, but beautiful enough. Pointer to people who describe the Fates as old hags, I have seen them. They are old alright, but not hags. Definitely not hags. So, don't call them that. Consider this a warning. If you continue even after that, and things start going bad for you, don't blame me. I warned y'all.
The three wore black dresses, which covered their whole bodies, except for their hands and heads. And finally, I took a look at their faces.
Now, you have to trust me when I say this. I had seen Kronos's face. I had seen Zeus's face. I had seen Rhea's face, and even faces of many many powerful entities in this pantheon. But I had never ever seen this much radiation of power in my life. I could feel every bit of the power the Fates had. They were the most powerful entities, and according to some, even more so than Zeus himself. And why not? Every person, mortal or immortal, had their lives dangling by a thread (literally) in the hands of these three women. Hence, the power I could feel around me is inexplicable through words.
All three of them looked about the age of forty five. All three of them were about fifteen feet tall. All three of them had yellow, glowing eyes. The tallest one to my right had dark brown hair and a tanned skin tone. She had a spindle in her hands. This was Clotho, surely, the youngest of the Fates. The one by my left had golden-ish hair and a fair skin tone. She had a rod in her hands. She was a little shorter than Clotho. She was Lachesis. And the last one was something entirely different from the other two. She had darker skin and jet black hair. She was the shortest of the three. Warning: never fall for her short stature, for this was Atropos, the eldest of the Fates. Her hands contained a pair of scissors. That weapon was the strongest weapon in the whole pantheon. I figured out what went on here: Clotho's spindle spun, Lachesis's rod measured, and those scissors of Atropos cut the threads of life.
Their eyes glowed golden, but I knew they were all looking at me, and that was scaring me.
