The year is 1241 B.C., just months away from the end of the Trojan War. Zeus, the king of the sky sits atop his throne as he lightly taps his fingers on the arm of the chair. He frowns in slight confusion as three of his daughters walk into the room.
"Atropos, Lachesis, Clotho..what is it girls?"
Their features are normally ethereal and beautiful, today however their faces are pinched with a look of worry and pain on all three, this can't be good.
"We're sorry to bother you father."
"But we have seen something."
"That worries us terribly."
Where one girl left off another would pick up the sentence. Zeus shook his head lightly, used to the way the three young girls speak.
"What have you seen?" He leaned forward in his seat, now worried himself, it was never good when the girls known as the fates saw something that troubled them this much.
"The end of us father." All three spoke at once, their faces averted so that they were staring at the ground instead of at him.
"What do you mean the end of us, who is the threat?"
All threats made to the Gods on Mount Olympus was immediately taken care of and this one will be no different. Clotho being the youngest looked the most trouble by their news, she stepped forward away from her sisters and looked at her father.
"Our sister, out sister who is not born yet."
As if on cue all three spoke at once, yet again another strange trait of theirs.
"The one born shroud in darkness of the King and Queen. She is death. The heart of a beast that lays beneath her breast, she is the one to bring about an erroneous upheaval in the land of the gods. Allow not the girl to live for she will wreck death in her wake."
Their heads bowed once again, knowing that they had just condemned an unborn child to die.