Fates' Choice [A 'The Fates' FanFiction]

1.3 where the bay is blue

1184 BC

And they sealed their love with a kiss. Bonding their love until happily ever after, 'til death do them part.

Finally the pair was ceremoniously woven together. Wrapped in each other's undying love. Once their lips parted all hell broke loose in the skies! Dark heavy clouds hid the bright shining sun.

The sky roared with thunder. Silver linings of lightening bringing flashing light to the world.

Clotho's heart began race fear and adrenalin raced through her veins and arteries. The sky was raging, roaring with anger but no rain came. Fast strong winds shook the lands, rattling and knocking over everything in its wake.

A figure fell from the sky. Clotho couldn't help but assume it was her mother. She hadn't seen the goddess for almost a thousand years. When her heart had led her astray, she had escaped the clutches of destruction to bless her youngest daughter's marriage.

Yes that was it. That's all the young girl could think. Before any of this registered to anyone. The young fate hiked up her dress and began running down the evergreen hills and away from the garden.

To her mother.

Ryder watched after his new bride his enticing blue eyes squinted keeping the crushed dead leaves and dust specks away from entering his eyes. He brought his forearm to his face and watched for where his wife was running to, then he saw it.

The female body with wild long locks of platinum. "Cloe!" He shouted after her. She paid him no heed. Her mother was here!

She was finally here! After almost a thousand years.

Almost a thousand years of wondering whether her mother was still breathing air in her godly lungs.

Rider raced after her. He couldn't let her bear the pain of disappointment. Their mortal hearts had felt it all. Just then far from the distance a thunder bolt fell from sky and stuck home. The raging bolt of destruction and power struck the edge of a forest just in the distance creating a field fire.

This fire raced towards the body of the primordial deity. It also flew to Clotho.

So he ran and he ran fast, as fast as he could. Faster than he ever could adrenaline had been in his favour. "Cloe!" He'd shouted for his bride. Desperation took over him, becoming one with his every being. Could she had not smelt the air? It was polluted.

Filled with lung burning smoke, smoke darkly clouded over what it had burned in its path. The dark toxin loomed over the vegetation that once was. Burning ashes was what was going to be left behind.

"Mother?" Clotho stopped and heeled by Chaos' body. No it couldn't be, it had to be her. He heart played her for a fool. It played a tricky game with her mind.

"Cloe!" Ryder's voice rung from behind her. She had finally heard him, she realised that it was a warning.

A warning for the burning fire heading towards her at a dangerous speed. But that wasn't it all, high from the sky. Another bolt fell towards the Earth and struck her this time.

Paralysing the girl. She fell limply unto the ground like a sack of potatoes. Her breathing was slow. But to her it felt rushed. The numbing pain ran through her, her slow breathes stuttered her chested shaking every now and then.

Finally she was rolled off if her side and onto her back by her husband. His alluring blue eyes wide as he saw her partly black finger nails caused by the electric current.

Her mind buzzed. He was speaking to her, Ryder was speaking to Clotho. She heard but couldn't listen. Not while she was going weak.

She felt all her strength escaping through her finger tips.

He touched her but she couldn't feel.

He spoke to her, she didn't hear a thing.

Sleep sounded great at the moment. A nice little nap would be nice. She let the weight on her eyelids finally seal the them, pulling herself into unconsciousness

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Clotho landed onto her feet and stumbled into an object. She was back in the cave, back home, unable to keep her balance she fell into it. Her breathing hard and erratic. She glanced down to where she had fallen.

The object had been the loom. Three pale gold threads had fallen off. It took no genius to figure who the threads had belonged to.

He eyes grew wide, "no." She mumbled to her self. She scrambled onto her feet and attempted to tilt the the loom back to its previous position, just then her sisters appeared.

"What the-?" Atropos spoke until she had seen her youngest sister, bending down to the ground an grabbing for the other two threads. "Clotho-" Lachesis gasped eyes wide. "-what have you done?"

Lachesis stumbled back as she saw her sister's thread. It had grown paler. It had started looking more and more like the mundanes. Was this what love had done to someone, was the what mother meant by saying the mortal earth was dangerous? It turns you into those dull humans?

"I though it was her, I thought she had come back," Clotho's voice broke at every syllable. "How will I find him now?"