Fated: Chapter 1.
A/N: I don't own Greek Mythology, or the Fates. I just play here.
The Spinner:
Perhaps my job is the easiest, most speculate. After all, how hard can it be to begin the threads of one life? To spin together the fibers that will be the person to whom this thread pertains? What so few see, however, is the pain that it is to begin a life, knowing it will be short, as all mortal lives are.
I, Clotho, have the least control. My sisters decide the length of the life, while I merely begin it. It will always be hard to give control of a unique mortal to another, even to those that I trust as much as my sisters. Do not think that I have no remorse, as my sisters must. For as surely as I start a thread, I propel it toward its imminent doom. Imminent death.
I am the youngest of the Moirae, and as my sisters tell me, the most naïve. But I cannot help that I am not so jaded as they are. I am tender and nurturing, as is my nature. And though I have begun millions of lives, and have sway over even the lives of the gods, each mortal is precious. Precious like the thread their lives are written on. Precious like the gods themselves, for what are the gods without the mortals to worship them?
The spinner gives life, surely. But to give a gift only to know it shall be stolen from those it is given to is cruelty indeed.