A Moment of Stars | PJO Chaos

Prologue

The Fates stare at the loom in horror.

They have seen many things in their given duties: the most beautiful of births, the triumphs of life, and the cruelest of deaths.

But nothing of what they have seen could ever compare to the timeline sitting before them. A heavy silence fills the room as the three sisters read along the thread that they weaved.

"We cannot let this happen." Atropos, the one with a pair of shears in her hands, refuses to cut the string. The utter idea of setting such a destiny in place disgusted her. Her sisters have never seen her in such a shaken, defiant state.

"Sister!" Lachesis exclaims. "We cannot simply—"

"Then let this providence sit until we figure out how to change it." She closes her shears and tucks them into her belt. The act of opposition once again silencing both of them. Her and Lachesis stare into each other's eyes. Both disagreeing with the other's stance.

"This may be a small tip of the scales that we must concede to." Clotho breaks through the thick tension. "I myself cannot imagine such a destiny occurring either. Perhaps we can..." She trails off with her words, as if not wanting to say it aloud. All three knew what the bearer of life spoke of. It did not excite them to say the least.

"It is the only way sisters." Atropos says. "Otherwise we will be facing a future far worse than death." Both sisters reluctantly nod. This is a future even the Fates could not control. It would take a fourth interference in order for the situation to right itself eventually. But being the Fates, they are bound by ancient law and cannot directly interfere in the timeline, so they have to do as little as possible for the biggest results.

After discussing fervently of their decision and searching for the best outcome, they finally flash into a room filled with papers, file cabinets, and a desk in the centre of it all.

A man with hair as dark as the night itself sits behind the desk across from the moirai. His bright eyes darken at the trios' sudden appearance. The Fates never speak with him, so something must have gone wrong for them to appear so abruptly.

"We have come with a warning." Lachesis states. The man leans forward at that, eyes intent.

He sets his pen and paper down. "What may that warning be?"

Atropos steps forward, her eyes shining a light of anticipation and determination. All it took was one sentence, but that was enough to change the course of time.

"Watch the one that escapes eternal death."

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Since people keep skipping over it:

READ "STOP" CHAPTER PLEASE. STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN IN ANOTHER WORK!!!!!