Atropos lay elegantly on the wisps of white clouds; her chin raised and leant against her long fingertips. Her lips were parted slightly as if she were about to speak. Her mother watched her intently and spoke, "Atropos dear. If you were anymore still, I'd assume you had turned to stone."
Atropos sighed and looked at Nyx, her chin stayed the same length as her emerald eyes met her mother's chestnut ones. "I am ruminating on this human's death. This human seems interesting."
“How on Clotho’s name would a mortal being born be interesting?” Nyx expounded, “Just choose the ending already.”
Atropos sighed, “I do not want to give her a disgraceful death. This new-born is the reincarnation of an ancient High Priestess. Isn’t that right, sisters?”
“I thought I’d make this child entertaining. I was bored of the same old fates and normalities.” Clotho grinned.
“I too,” replied the other child of Nyx, “Plus I liked that High Priestess. Don’t you remember Dolly? She chose out of the free will you gave her, mother, and chose the path of astrology and the goddesses. We made her more than human; however we didn’t want to give her a longer life than anyone else.
“What a lame name.” Clotho yawned, “Why couldn’t we name her after me?”
“Don’t be so arrogant, sister. She totally should have been named after me.”
“Oh? Well I think y-“
Atropos words were interrupted by the goddess of night, “Children, please. That’s enough bickering. Yes. Of course we all remember her well. She was Aphrodite’s favourite, yes?” Nyx closed her eyes momentarily and then stood up from where she was sitting; her long black hair blew gently behind her as she walked towards her off-spring.
Lachesis broke out into a complaint, “You’re not suggesting that Aphrodite watches over this child?”
“Not quite.” The voice of this immortal was a seductive chime against the soft current of the air. It was un-mistaken that this was the voice of Aphrodite, who had miraculously appeared in front of them. She giggled slightly. “Hello, Moirae. The legendary three goddess’s of fate.” She looked at them all, a glimmer of envy flashed through her eyes; however they softened as she gave the goddess Night a greeting. “Nyx. It is not often I come across your territory. However I couldn’t help… over hearing… I must say that this child will be mine, in fact not only mine…” she then made her way across the sky to Ares had entered not a second before. “But ours.” She lifted her pale hand and stroked the God of War’s left cheek. She stared longingly into his eyes; Ares trembled slightly under her gaze.
The Moirae shook her head disgustedly at the love affair that was burning their eyes. If Ares did not appear to be so frightening they would have told Aphrodite’s husband, Hephaestus, long ago. However she did think about doing it anyway, just to cause a little trouble in the God’s realm. The goddess of death had over-heard that behind the blood-thirsty appearance, Ares was actually rather cowardly. Then again, Atropos thought… probably brave enough to strangle me for ruining their ‘secret’ love. It wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone knew a part from Hephaestus because he was too dumb to notice. It was a shame really.
Nyx’s mouth curved into a smile, “A mixture between the goddess of love, and the goddess of war?”
“Yes. Wouldn’t that child be beautiful? Having a child born to be a high priestess that worshipped me? A child mixed with both mine and my warrior? A child that can be ours brought up amongst humans.” Aphrodite fantasized and laughed like an excited girl on her birthday.
“That would be magnificent, my goddess.” Ares’ deep voice spoke to Aphrodite as he bowed down and kissed her hand softly.
“Oh please. Get a room guys.” Clotho and Lachesis rolled their eyes at once. Atropos muttered to herself; how on earth could Hephaestus not suspect anything? It’s staring at him right in the face. She frowned.
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