ꋪꍟꁅꀤꈤꍏ ꂦꎇ ꍏ꒒꒒ ꅏꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꌗ (ꋪ꓄ꌃ)

Prologue....(1/2?)

"Lady Moirai... are you sure..?" a concerned feminine voice asks, talking to three females.

The youngest, seemingly around 12 and wearing a simple yet beautiful chiton, was Clotho, the spinner. The middle seemed to be in her late 20's early thirties, in an elegant chiton with a soft piece of fabric laying delicately over her hair, it was Lachesis, the allotter. The last woman was one who was seemingly in her late 70's, features slightly wrinkled and hair lightly grey'd, she was in a chiton that had dropped to her feet with a breathable fabric over her head, but with more embellishments

"Dear child, we are more than sure," one of them, Atropos, says.

"After all, this world is already changed by the life of one.... Besides, this ought to be fun, will it not?" Clotho adds with a hint of childlike mischief.

"Of course dear, we have to get our amusement somehow, our jobs can be quite exhausting," Lachesis adds.

"But... are you sure it's okay my Ladies?" the concerned voice asks.

"Yes Little Milla," Clotho sighs.

"As you wish," Milla bows and leaves in the same smoke she'd arrived in.

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"This should give us some entertainment," Clotho hums a smile on her face as she turns to face her sisters.

"Wish you luck..."