But the mortal, like all of us, had a dark side, and they were not always kind or fair to those around them. They had a temper, and when they were upset or angry, they often reacted without thinking, lashing out at anyone who got in their way.
And then, one day, their temper got the better of them. They were working on a particularly intricate tapestry, one that was taking longer than usual to complete, and they were growing increasingly frustrated. When one of their assistants made a small mistake, the mortal lost their temper and shouted at them, using harsh words and criticizing their work without mercy.
The assistant was terrified, and they quickly retreated, refusing to speak to the mortal for the rest of the day. The mortal, realizing what they had done, felt horrible, but they were too proud to admit that they had made a mistake. They continued to work on the tapestry, trying to make it up to their assistant by being extra kind and generous towards them, but the damage had been done.
And then, it happened. The tapestry was complete, and the mortal was thrilled with their work. They had poured their heart and soul into the tapestry, and it was truly magnificent. They called for their assistant, who had been avoiding them, and when the assistant finally appeared, they were greeted by a sight they had never seen before.
The mortal had weaved a tapestry that was more than just beautiful. It was a work of art, one that told the story of their assistant, and of how they had been treated by the mortal. The tapestry showed the mortal's temper and their cruelty, and it showed the assistant's fear and their suffering.
The assistant was shocked and horrified, and they begged the mortal to tear down the tapestry and to apologize, but the mortal refused. They were too proud and too stubborn to admit that they had done anything wrong, and they refused to take down the tapestry, despite the assistant's pleas.
And so, the tapestry remained, a testament to the mortal's arrogance and their mistakes, and it served as a reminder to all that even the most skilled and talented among us are still human, still flawed, and still capable of great acts of betrayal.
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MOIRAI
FantasyOnce upon a time, there were three ancient goddesses called the Moirai, who held the power to decide the fate of every human being. These three sisters were named Selene, Cresentia, and Ashterrielle, and they were known to have the ability to spin...
