Rebirth {Marauders Era}

CHAPTER 9.5: LACHESIS: THE LITTLE STAR

A/N This is the true origin story, sorry. The other one is just too cringe for me. I'll keep it up for now, but I think I'll take it down soon unless you guys really like it.

500 B.C.E.

Lachesis smiled down at the thread she drew out. It was pearly and ethereal, unlike most threads, which had a dark sheen to them.

"My, this thread is wonderful my sister. Clotho, who is it this time?"

Clotho raised her head, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders as she spun more thread. "It is of a star."

Atropos stood up and looked at it. "Good, no line to cut tonight."

Lachesis opened her amber eyes wide, searching the destiny. "I-I see two strings. Is it fraying?"

"No, it couldn't be," Clotho shook her head in denial. "I spun it specifically for this little star."

"Then why do I see two lines?" Lachesis couldn't look away. One line was full of life and joy. The other was full of death and suffering. She wanted the happy string, but it died before she could grasp it. "The little star suffers. I determine he will suffer-"

"NO!" A loud voice shouted over the slight din of their work. Atropos scowled.

"Februus, what do you want? We haven't the time to talk to you." Her dark hair swished over her shoulder.

"You should call me my respective name." A figure walked into the room they worked in, and he lifted his hood. Angry eyes looked over them, and they all shivered. All of them except Lachesis.

"Is that Hades then? I don't believe so. You have strayed far from your lands Februus."

Februus scowled. He was a mortal king, and  held his land under constant surveillance. He had somehow captured the fates, but was unable to subdue them.

"Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I have been blessed by the gods, I-"

"The gods did not bless you, Februus. They cursed you. Death will never come, nor will peace. We have placed your string in a corner, as Zeus commanded.

"But-but..." he trailed off. Suddenly he raged, as he hadn't in years. He threw her against a wall, and the thread she had been holding snapped.

"No! Not the star!" She shouted, scrabbling for a hold.

"You shall serve me, Lachesis. Just me. Your gods are forsaken. They have blessed me."

"I am blessed also, then. I shall bring you to the point where life and death intertwine, together and apart." Her sisters stared at her sadly. They knew what was going to happen if their sister went there. She wouldn't be able to leave.

"No Lachesis, stay with us sister!" Fair Clotho cried.

Februus smiled madly, and Lachesis knew mortal lands must not suffer in the way of the madness. She grabbed the sides of his face, and seeing the horrified looks on her sister's face, she shed a slight tear.

"Goodbye sisters."

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Over the centuries, she adopted many names, and became the so called leader of the ancient void, but Februus subdued her. Without her sisters she was nothing. Now Decima, she wondered how her sisters, now Nona and Morta, were coping.

She was so tired of Februus coaching her, but something told her it was going to change. Sirius Black lived again.

This could only be the work of her sisters. They were trying to get her out. Sirius was the only living human to be resurrected and have an entire second destiny. There had to be something, his string had been spun earlier by far, by two thousand and five hundred years, than the other children. She had only ever seen him here, and if he could come here, by her will or otherwise, she had to believe she could too.

But if Sirius failed to change anything in this second chance, Zeus would punish her sisters for breaking Hades's code. What dies is his property.

And when he punished her sisters, she always felt it. So she needed to change his future, and recall the second string. If she didn't, she was going to face Zeus and Hades's wrath. But the Fates also served no one. If she wanted to, she could make His Majesty die in less than a year, because she was Destiny.