Author's Note: PLEASE READ! Hello, my dear readers! First of all, allow me to apologize to those of you that were in the middle of this book. I know how furious I would be if a book I was reading suddenly disappeared! However, I promise I have good reasons. I have always felt that The Three Gifts never quite got the notoriety it deserved. And I believe the reason is my propensity for writing and posting ridiculously long chapters lol So, I have decided to take down said chapters and break them up into smaller ones. My plan is to post a new one every day! I truly hope you will enjoy the read! I still feel that The Three Gifts is my best work to date!
Love Jasmine
"To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to."
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Preface
I was going to die, of that much I was certain. Though how permanent my death would be remained a mystery to me. I could not find it in me to regret what brought me to Pandora's box, the first of the three gifts the Moirae promised would come from my death.
I was grateful for every blessing that has been bestowed upon me in my short eighteen years in this world. My mind kept drifting between two people, the two that mean the most to me. Ariston's sky blue eyes and beautiful crooked smile came to mind, the warmth of his body held close to mind, how his voice sounds when he whispers my name. I never in my life imagined it was possible for two people to be as in love as my husband and I are, but most of all, I never expected another kind of love would enter my heart. A love that is as powerful as my love for Ariston, a love came in the form of a daughter, his daughter Kallisto and now mine as well.
I did not want to leave my family, my husband and my daughter, but I did not seem to have a choice, I could feel myself fading away, growing weaker with the passing of each shaky breath as I laid there bleeding and shivering on the cold ice floor.