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The Fates watched as the thin threads before then all quivered with life, the very essence of all, the map of life. They watched as the thin grey threads representing humans only briefly intertwined together, weaving a basic yet beautiful pattern that never wandered far from the simplicity of other human threads. They watched, unbeknownst, as one thread, one of a young girl barely the age of three paddling in the sea for the first time, that glowed so slightly silver it was never noticed, started to stray, such a small movement that it passes nearly unnoticed. Weaving its way across the cloth, towards these that glowed gold, those of the Gods. The thread was starting to glow brighter catching the attention of Clotho, "ah, sisters come see this, this will change everything. This will be the one for Poseidon. This young girl will be for him, she shall be brought to him, when she is fit to understand, stand loyal and strong, and when the time is right for the shards of a broken life to be fixed, when life seems so unbearable it seems as though it can never be righted. Then and only then can the threads become intertwined." The prophecy rang through the air, hanging for a second before the magic of the sisters causes the incantation to disappear and flow into the threads, the threads of those who will fulfil it.



I appologise for any spellings, punctuation or grammar mistakes through this book, I am still writing it and have not edited it. I post chapters barely skimming through them for mistakes. I also appologise for the short chapters, I am aware how short they are but when I have finished the book I will go through it with a fine toothed comb to correct any mistakes and edit it fully. 

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