Primalcraft: Sins of Bygone days (book 2)

Chapter 7

Blake felt weightless as he floated among the stars. His eyes told him this was not the real sky but in between realms. Each star was the manifestation of a realm. But what was this darkness? It felt... Alive. He could almost hear breaths. Or maybe those were his own.

Suddenly a light hit him and he was flown with the speed of light to one of the stars. He hit something hard and groaned as he rubbed his sore bottom opening his eyes to a strange place. It looked like he stood on a... Carpet?

He saw no end to it, and it had been woven with an array of glowing colors not seen in the mortal realm. He could feel his eyes heat and he focused on his eyes. Soon he saw it. Threads all woven together. This was the Tapestry of Fates.

Blake pulled back his hair with a groan at the revelation. If this was the tapestry of fate then this was far tougher magic to master than he had thought. He could see the tapestry but it was too massive to be of any use. Right now he was standing on the fate of a random farmer in Bhutan. He doesn't even know where the country is located.

Finding any useful information would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Child of Khaos, is that you?"

A booming female voice echoed over the tapestry and if Blake could sweat, he would. This was such a bad idea.

Suddenly, the sky moved and for a moment it turned into the visage of a woman with a long cape. The cape twisted itself and left the sky only to form an old lady in front of Blake who had stopped breathing.

"Ahriman, you damn... Wait, you are not-"

"I am not!"

The old woman's eyes narrowed. She did not look as dangerous now but knowing she materialized from the sky ensured Blake knew this was not a normal woman. Then the woman's eyes went wide before she broke out in a grin making her already wrinkled face even more so.

"Ah, I know you. I wondered when I would see you again," the woman who must be Moira laughed.

"Ehm, I am fairly sure I have never met you."

"So, you do not remember. Well, why would you? I am the Anterion of Fate. I have met everyone before," Moira huffed and walked closer. Her hand stroked his cheek. "I didn't think you would be so young, though."

Blake cleared his throat which seems to wake Moira up from her pondering. "Well, what are you doing here? Come to change my tapestry like that fool?"

"Oh no, I don't... I mean, I don't even know how to weave!"

"Didn't stop Ahriman from trying. Though if you want to. I can teach you how to Fateweave."

Blake cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "I thought only you could weave fate."

Moira huffed," I weave the final fate of all things. That doesn't mean you can't try to change your fate. If I like what you have woven, I might allow it to be woven into the Tapestry of Fate."

"So it's more of a request for a change of fate?"

"Yes, though I should warn you. It rarely works if you weave a too big of a change."

"What do you mean?"

"If you, for example, weave to change your exam result, it might be a small change according to you but the repercussion are far bigger than you might imagine. You were supposed to fail, give up, go back home to start a farm and marry a girl. Get a family. But because you suddenly aced it, you go to the city, get into a university. focus on your career. Become successful but die alone. You see the conundrum?" Moira explained while waving her finger. She really looked like an old grandmother.