A/n I don't own PJATO. Pooh.
Book of the update: the Sands of Time (Hermux Tantamoq Adventures) by Michael Hoeye
Chapter 1
"Bianca, are you happy here?" he asks me. I make a noncommittal shrug. He looks forward again, thinking. "If you had the choice to leave, would you?" if I could leave? I can't leave. I died. That's the fact. Dead people don't just leave the Underworld. But if I could… if I could leave, I would .he seems to see this on my face, and points out in the distance, where I see three old women. And when I say old, I mean old. They are all sitting in rocking chairs, calmly knitting and staring at me from the Fields of Asphodel. The middle one holds up a piece of yarn, and I can see that it is black, with silver threads woven into it. She moves her hands farther down the yarn, coming to a stop above a break in the threads: the yarn is almost in two pieces, held together by just one or two black threads. I look at my father, who isn't meeting my eyes, and then back to the old women. The one on the left sets her knitting in her lap, and takes the yarn from the middle one, once again holding it up, stopping her fingers above the one broken spot.
Suddenly, I know what this is. "Are those….the Fates?" I ask, not really expecting an answer, "and that cord, is…is it….." I had been about to ask if it was mine, yet I knew that was impossible. That cord wasn't cut. Mine would be: I was dead. The one on the right takes the yarn and pulls it tight, so tight that I think the threads will break, and whoever it is will die. But no, she lets it loose again and, looking straight at me, she slowly ties the two sides together, making the yarn solid once more; repairing the break.
As fast as they appeared, the women are gone, leaving me alone again with Hades.(a/n and all the people who are dead, but that just doesn't seem right there.) looking down at my arms, I notice that they are no longer translucent, like before I saw the Fates. I reach over and tough my father on his arm and my hand doesn't melt away as it gets near godly skin. My mind goes back to what he asked me earlier: if you had the choice to leave, would you?And I start to get it. Slowly, I turn to look at him again. "Father….that was my life cord wasn't it?" he remains silent, confirming my guess. "But it wasn't broken. Even before the Fates knotted it." silence. "Does that mean… does that mean that I was never dead?" my anger flares as he yet again gives me no explanation, no answer. I push it down to ask one last question. "why?" he looks at me and I can see the apology in his eyes. I push myself up from the dead grass, and walk off into the shadows, leaving Hades sitting alone with his guilt.
