Back in the realm of gods...
As Olwen and I step into the Fates' hall, I am once again taken back by the vastness of the lives living in the world. Nodding an acknowledgement to Lachesis, we hurried to the orb.
"This is the orb, it shouldn't be connected to that," I tell Olwen anxiously, my finger indicating the orb in concern. Turning to the approaching curious Lachesis, I beseech, "Lachesis, the shears don't work. I'd like to try burning off the thread holding them together".
With a worried face, Lachesis explains, "The unsuccessful cutting had caused an unforeseen circumstance to befall on the Nephilim. If you were to try an unorthodox method on the thread, it may spell death for the both of them. Are you sure you want to proceed?"
Spinning away from her, I dismissed her from my mind and pace. Swiftly pondering over my options, panicked thoughts of how to save the werekin cram my mind. Two lives for two races, this is a bargain.
Pausing on my step, I reply Lachesis solemnly, "Yes, it's worth a try. If two lives can be used to exchange for peaceful living between two entire races, it should be worth it".
Stepping up to the thread, Olwen eyes it dubiously before exerting her power.
White flames surge on the thread as the connected orbs glow red in tandem. Olwen's eyes glow orange, as bright as the sun. An unfelt wind lifts her long hair as it hovers around her head like a nimbus.
The thread seems to get singed and becomes thinner as the fire works its way to its core. With a sudden brilliant glow, the orbs give off a bright flash of light as the thread starts to unravel.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I am thankful that this desperate move is working.
However, after a while, Olwen dissipates the flame and shakes her head disappointedly.
Quickly examining the thread, I find to my horror, the scorched unraveling thread miraculously patches itself. In seconds, it appears relatively untouched. Now, the orbs and the threads are glowing brighter than before.
"Too bad, sister. Though I'm one of the most powerful goddesses around here, my powers of the sun can't cut the Fates' link. It has been proven, if the Fates' shears can't sever the connection, no one else's power can".
Patting my back in consolation, Olwen comforts, "This simply means that the Creator has greater things in store for them. On our end, we can only do our best to nurture them".
"As it has shown, we can't sever the orbs' connection. If it will put your mind at ease, I'll look after them and ensure no unnecessary hardship occurs to them," Lachesis assures.
My steps heavy, I thank Lachesis for her cooperation and help.
Slumping into Olwen's chair in her room, I cover my face with my hands and restrain myself from shedding tears of frustration.
Awkward at seeing my discomfiture, Olwen pours a drink for me and offers, "Perhaps the creator meant for this to be a test. To see if we can work out our differences and learn benevolence. You should be focusing on mending bridges with Feros. It might dissuade him from declaring war on your charges". Her cool hand smoothing my wrinkled brows and soothingly stroking my bent head.
"Remember his vow to eradicate the werekind if they mate with his soldiers? Why can't he let them be? Though the werekind broke a heavenly law, in their defense, it was to save their family," my fingers tightening around the cup as I sip at the ambrosia nectar. "You know how stubborn he is. I've nothing to say to him which can make him change his mind".

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