ꋪꍟꁅꀤꈤꍏ ꂦꎇ ꍏ꒒꒒ ꅏꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꌗ (ꋪ꓄ꌃ)

Interlude I: Take Fold To A New Beginning

Before the next chapter could play, the lights in the room began to flicker.

"What's going on?" a small feminine voice calls from between Neuvillette and Wriothesley.

"Stay beside me Sigewinne," Wriothesley tells her. keeping an arm in front of her and sending a worried look to Neuvillette.

Before more panic happened, the screen lit up.

Mistakes were made.

"Well that's not ominous at all," Percy mutters sarcastically, earning a cuff to the back of his head from both Annabeth and Grover.

And it came in the form of a child born from a wandering soul who could not stay put in her designated afterlife. The soul had wandered into Earth and was placed upon Chaos' hands. The formless being smiles a bit and drop her down from the glowing blue orb she was and into a thread for her grandchildren to weave into being.

"Fucking Chaos!? Furina! Of fucking course!" LO.Annabeth freaks, tugging at her hair and sending a glare to Percy, "I have the feeling that you get into worse shit than she does, pity to you, other me." LO. Annabeth says stressed, earning a thankful and commiserated nod from Annabeth.

I wonder... what sort of twist you shall bring, Regina of All Waters.

"Of course..." LO. Annabeth groans into her hands. Both Zeus's felt worried, this child might soon grow and take over his rule to the throne of Olympus... she had to go.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure was grinning in the darkness at the thoughts of the ruler of Olympus. "You can try, but fear retribution... justice isn't always 'fair'." it hums.

Ananke felt a bitter taste from her spinning wheel, something just had happened and she didn't like it one bit.

"The fates as well?!" LO.Triton chokes. Triton looks at his counterpart weirdly, why was he so attached to one of fathers bastard children?

Try as she might but she cannot fathom how or what it was, so she kept weaving and weaving the future she had laid out. She is the Inevitable, and soon that bitter taste will leave and follow the path she had laid out. Then all will be fine just as always.

The Fates were in a difficult position. As Clotho began sewing the thread, she had felt something amiss. The thread was no longer the simple sea green that it used to be, splotches of blue like droplets of dye or ink was accidentally poured in without care had taken place with the thread. It did not belong there but as she began to weave more and more, the colour had blended and harmonised together. So they did not felt as if anything had went wrong.

"....Why is it always you Percy? no matter which variation, you always end up interacting with the fates..." Annabeth mutters in both misery and deadpan. Grover bleats in agreement and lightly pats Annabeth's shoulder.

Until Perseus Jackson was born female.

Until the fact that Percy Jackson carried more of the sea than he was originally supposed to.

Until the fact that she had bleed out more divinity than the minor gods. Until she was more god than human. Until her very essence was just pure water itself.

"....Im not surprised." LO.Clarisse says, earning a look from LO.Annabeth, "What? Just because you lot are slow, doesn't mean I am. she basically radiates divine energy, more then the other brats at camp." LO. Clarisse rolls her eyes.

And Ananke felt bitter all over.

For a human soul to reborn as more god?

What had went wrong?