Prologue:
You may look at me, but you don't see me.
You may think you know me, but you don't, not at all.
Think hard.
Who do you think I am?
I don't stand for what you do.
Can't you see? I am who I am?
I can only be who I am.
I may change. When that happens I'll be that person too.
You can't change me, no matter how hard you try.
If you try too hard, I may ask you to leave.
It doesn't matter how gorgeous your eyes are,
Or even how sincere you are about it.
By the way, if you don't leave when I ask, I will.
-4/19/03 "Who I Am…"
Do you now how many people are out there?
Tons. Thousands. BILLIONS.
And I don't want to be any of them. I'm above them. My race is higher on the "food chain."
We let the humans think they are. They hate thinking that they're weak.
Most of them don't even know we even exist…
And over half of those who do…are dead.
The vampires think that they are the most evil things on the planet.
They obviously have no idea how mean and vicious my kind can be. They've never been to a party or one of our rituals.
They like to think they can exterminate the weakest of our kind, but they don't. They can't.
But we do.
You may not think you know me, or of my kind, but you've heard of us.
They (and you) call us witches. We aren't. We call ourselves…Fates.
Witches are different. They use spells and incantations. We don't. We are born with the knowledge of to use wordless magic.
We are all powerful. There are 3 mistress Fates. They take on the names of the first, Clotho, the spinner, who spins the thread of life. Lachesis, the measurer, who chooses the lot in life one will have and measures off how long it is to be. Atropos, she who can not be turn, who at death, with her shears cuts the tread of life. They are the oldest of our line. They choose when they want to…leave this world. Before they leave they decide who will proceed them.
We have several apprentices Fates. All woman, of course.
The Fates, until they are chosen, are young and beautiful looking, though we may be centuries old.
We are immortal.
This is my story. This is about me…and why I gave up being a mistress Fate, gave up an engagement to a god to be with a mortal and how I gave up my immortality.
I'm warning you now. It's slightly violent, but quite romantic.
Fin.
A/N: this is just the prologue. I'm working on making the other chapters really long. I hope you like it! And please, please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or plot that you recognize. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes owns the characters from her characters.
Thank you!
You may look at me, but you don't see me.
You may think you know me, but you don't, not at all.
Think hard.
Who do you think I am?
I don't stand for what you do.
Can't you see? I am who I am?
I can only be who I am.
I may change. When that happens I'll be that person too.
You can't change me, no matter how hard you try.
If you try too hard, I may ask you to leave.
It doesn't matter how gorgeous your eyes are,
Or even how sincere you are about it.
By the way, if you don't leave when I ask, I will.
-4/19/03 "Who I Am…"
Do you now how many people are out there?
Tons. Thousands. BILLIONS.
And I don't want to be any of them. I'm above them. My race is higher on the "food chain."
We let the humans think they are. They hate thinking that they're weak.
Most of them don't even know we even exist…
And over half of those who do…are dead.
The vampires think that they are the most evil things on the planet.
They obviously have no idea how mean and vicious my kind can be. They've never been to a party or one of our rituals.
They like to think they can exterminate the weakest of our kind, but they don't. They can't.
But we do.
You may not think you know me, or of my kind, but you've heard of us.
They (and you) call us witches. We aren't. We call ourselves…Fates.
Witches are different. They use spells and incantations. We don't. We are born with the knowledge of to use wordless magic.
We are all powerful. There are 3 mistress Fates. They take on the names of the first, Clotho, the spinner, who spins the thread of life. Lachesis, the measurer, who chooses the lot in life one will have and measures off how long it is to be. Atropos, she who can not be turn, who at death, with her shears cuts the tread of life. They are the oldest of our line. They choose when they want to…leave this world. Before they leave they decide who will proceed them.
We have several apprentices Fates. All woman, of course.
The Fates, until they are chosen, are young and beautiful looking, though we may be centuries old.
We are immortal.
This is my story. This is about me…and why I gave up being a mistress Fate, gave up an engagement to a god to be with a mortal and how I gave up my immortality.
I'm warning you now. It's slightly violent, but quite romantic.
Fin.
A/N: this is just the prologue. I'm working on making the other chapters really long. I hope you like it! And please, please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or plot that you recognize. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes owns the characters from her characters.
Thank you!