The Fate Weaver

The Fate Weaver

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Chapter 1 

I look back.  

Jack was running towards me, but he was out of focus, bleary. Surrounding him were flashes of images, past, present, and future events. 

The dimension was breaking apart, past, present and future in a hodge-podge.  

Then as he ran forward calling out my name, everything just shattered as if they were mere reflections on a broken mirror. 

I screamed, screaming for him. His face. It was overlapping with someone else's. Someone I might know. Maybe knew. Or will know. 

"Athena! Athena!" 

Kicking, my eyes flew open to see my sister, Crystal looming over me. She was still in her pajamas, her hair unkempt, eyes bleary. 

Outside was still dark, and Fred sat on the branch, feeding on a portion of a stout mice. Yuck. Unlucky mice. 

"You were screaming Jack's name. Jack Magnus, isn't it? The one who is the pizza restaurant's oldest son. Mr. Dean Magnus' son. Why, are you in love with him? Because if you are, congrats but I can't sleep." 

She was neither joking nor chastising me peevishly, merely extremely sleepy. 

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.  

But I couldn't possibly erase off that queer dream, too vivid to be untrue. Why was Jack in my dream anyway?  

As I yawned violently and waved Crystal away to go back to sleep, a voice split my ears. 

"Athena!" It rang, and then stopped. 

I let out a choked gasp, sitting up again. "Crystal! It's Jack! You heard him! He was calling for me." 

Crystal looked at me oddly. "Someone did call. It's dad." 

"Girls, come down now!" 

But right down me, I know it was Jack. 

When we ran down dressed and washed, we went down to see Jack Magnus with dad. 

He had sun-kissed face and tousled brown hair that had streaks of glistening silver. 

Being his friend from the time we wore diapers, I knew that his hair was naturally like that, inherited from his England side of the family. 

His eyes are a cool color of grey, and in a mixture his darker iris blends in with his lighter cornea. When you look at him into his eyes, you feel like being spellbound. 

He's laughing with dad, natural and cool.  

When he saw us, he smiled- his freckles standing out. Those were light nice ones, unlike Xavier Child's ugly ones. 

"Hey, my goddess and her always beautiful sister," he said. 

I was perfectly aware that my name was a Greek legend goddess' name, but he always said that, which was sometimes vexing. 

Jack held up four large and rectangular boxes, smiling his casual breezy smile. "Delivery, ladies. And Athena, can I see you out for a while?"