What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 27.

"Margo...please." I gulp the lump in my throat. "Calm down. Did you hear anything?"

"Is this real or am I hallucinating?" She plugged out her earphones from her mobile and I huffed a sigh of relief.

Thank God, she didn't listen to me. She could have died.

"Margo-"

"I-I don't understand." She takes a few steps back, her eyes locked in mine.

"Just listen-"

"Are you a magician?" She asked and I sighed, shaking my head. This just got a whole lot harder. I take a step towards her and try to look solemnly into her eyes even though my heart is hammering loudly against my chest.

"You need to trust me, Margo. I am not a magician but I am different." I tell her and she narrows her eyes on me. "Please sit. I can explain."

She takes a double take at me and the tapestry before taking a few baby steps inside our workshop. I gesture towards a chair and she takes it. I clench my fingers into a fist to desist the trembling. She clears her throat in order to tell me to start explaining and I sigh.

"Look this is confidential stuff. I am not supposed to tell this to anyone. Nobody should know this...and something bad might happen if the word gets out. Its just strange and incredulous, and you might freak out. I mean, you definitely would. For sure but-"

"You know, I am really loving the way you're tryin' to explain this to me. Hmmm..Go on. I am already entertained." She stifles a laugh and I look at her blankly for a second, not expecting such a reply from her.

"Well... But you would have to be loyal to me. This has to stay between the two of us. You can't tell this to anyone."

"I never kiss and tell." She licks her lips which earns a grimace from me and she looks amused at me. "Go on."

"Okay but try not to freak out-"

"Spit it out, already." She rolls her eyes and I sigh. Okay, this is happening. My sisters won't be very happy about this.

I told her everything: that my full name was Martha Moirae, One of the fates-who cuts life threads and sends people to a perpetual sleep called death by just cutting their life threads with my special pair of shears while I sing the song of Death. I told her about life threads and how they depicted life; how life threads were also found in our hair-that the tips of our hair that gets trimmed when we visit a hair salon is a dead part of our life which grows again with time from the roots of our scalp. And that, everyone's life is recorded in our documentaries which is then sent to the underworld. I told her my basic restrictions, how I was not supposed to confide my secrets to anyone in order to protect the immortal world. How if I wasn't careful, I might be sent to the dungeons of the damned to get punished by the God of the underworld, Mr. Hades and Miss Persephone.

I, however, didn't tell her the part that my life thread has been stolen by some female with sea green eyes like my own. Not yet.

After I was done narrating her my story, she was quiet for a bit but kept staring at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. The only sound surrounding us was the slow chuk-chuk of the fan and the gentle buzz of traffic and the city. The way Margo was looking at me made me feel nauseous. I tried to look around to distract myself from her heavy gaze but it didn't work.

"Oh my God, would you stop staring at me? Its freaking me out!" I whine.

"Its freaking me out!" She repeats and I roll my eyes. What's new?

"I told you." I sighed and leaned a little towards her. "You can't tell this to anyone. Not a soul. Promise me?"

"I promise." She says and some of the tension lifts up in the air. Then, we're silent again. Martha opens her mouth after a minute then closes it and opens it again after a few seconds.

"What is it?"

"So you're immortal? You can't die?"

"No, I can die. I am a demigod. But yes, I am an immortal." I tell her and she frowns at me, blinking. I add- "I can never die a natural death such as a death by sickness but I can be killed by a God. Mortals can't kill me. Gods can but that too, is a rare chance. I have my powers."

"Wow." She says it like a five year old left alone in a toy shop with a lot of money. I smile at her. "So what powers do you have? Can you punch through a wall? Can you read minds? Can you please tell me if I would become a singer in future or not? Do you talk to ghosts too?"

I laughed.

"None of that." I tell her, still suppressing my amusement. Her curiousness reminded me of Paige when I first told her my secret- she almost did ask the same set of stupid questions. "But I can visit people all across the world if they are supposed to be dying. So I meet the dying and tell them that their time is over and, my voice too has a power. The shear only works if I sing the song of death. It won't work if anyone else sung the song-the power lies in my voice. I have powers in my eyes. And, my tears...well, if I cry when someone dies, it usually rains. But my main power is to weaken the flourishing. I bring death to the surviving and thus, uncertainty which means that seasons change and everything comes to an end someday. Its a part of life."

"Well, aren't you the most noblest person ever....being an immortal yourself, you bring death to the others." The words came rushing out of her mouth and I saw her regretting her words a second later, her cheeks reddening. "I am sorry. My tongue is not attached to my brain."

"Really? Weird." I state and give her an eye roll. "Chill. You're right and let me tell you I am not anything close to being proud to bring death to so many people." I said, my eyes catting down automatically.

"Why? Being the goddess of death seems cool to me! Ever tried killing someone you don't like?" She wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed.

"I don't think that's allowed and anyway, I would rather have them wait for what fate has for them..If you know what I mean...Karma?" I smiled and she nodded, her lips tugged downwards as if saying 'not-bad-but-savage'.

"Deep." She said, still nodding.

"But you can't tell this to anyone. Okay? Not Spencer. Not Ansel. Not Chuck. Not Ashton. Not your boyfriend, Matt. No one."

"Like, I said. I never kiss and tell. I promise I won't tell a soul." She smiled and I nodded, still feeling slightly uneasy after my confessions. And just like that, we parted. I took a quick glimpse at the guide I had been hiding in my bag, checking if its safe there and head towards home.

"I have work to do."