In Between Our Lies
26. Destiny
Being a Fate is hard, but being the Fate of destiny is even harder. Lachesis knows this better than anyone – mortals and gods alike, because she would know if they knew – since she is, after all, that Fate. It is an honor – the highest honor, her sisters say – but is it really? It seems as much a gift as a curse.
Knowing all possible futures – though she weaves only one – what good is there in it? Surely one – and one alone – couldn't be that powerful? Didn't everyone deserve to weave their own futures, make their own choices? The answer was – would forever be – no. How would the storyline flow, the plot be fulfilled, if they were to choose their own destiny? It wouldn't, and that's all there is to it.
She doesn't even really like weaving. It was all so new and unfamiliar in the beginning – when the Earth was forming and jobs assigned, She had been happy – no, eager – for this shocking new role. She was so young, and yet her fingers flowed easily, as though treading water. The familiar pattern formed and – day by day, week by week, millennium by millennia – then it was all so natural. Natural and simply boring.
It doesn't seem fit that she has this burden all alone – the terrible responsibility of knowing everything by one who doesn't even know herself. Maybe if there was some other to share this burden – a strong, safe comfort – maybe then it wouldn't be so bad. But she can't leave her duties – her only rest is sleep – and who would visit her anyways? Surely no hero – she couldn't weave that! – and no god would visit her here. She didn't have time for lovers; all she had time for was the weaving.
She remembers every person whose fate she weaves, and their destiny. So it was no surprise when Jason and Perseus were meeting, that she knew exactly what would happen.
"Yes, yes" she would murmur occasionally while weaving. "You're on the right path, heroes." And then she would begin to weave again, giving her full concentration while giving none.
Jason Grace: Roman son of Jupiter, lord of sky. He used to be strong and wise in his time at the Roman Camp – not that he isn't now, of course, but he had changed. He was strong, brave, courageous, and a true wolf. Lupa could not have trained him any better than she had trained him now. Of course, all that training almost went to waste – since his memory was gone, but slowly returning. You did not want Jason Grace as your enemy.
Perseus Jackson: son of the Greek deity, Poseidon, and an illegal at that. He was – like Jason was – strong and wise, but he was also rash and caring. He had that fierce loyalty – a fatal flaw, it was – and he seemed almost child-like in his simplicity, and stupidity. Still, he was a good leader – able to move people, and give hope – and an even better friend. His personality at Roman Camp was beginning to change, though – no longer was he as caring as he was, nor as rash, though both those traits were still there – and Percy, if not able to see Annabeth, would never be the same again.
When these two heroes would meet, they had a choice: become friends, and unite against the Earth, or challenge each other resulting in bloodshed. For once, they had a choice. Fate was no longer in her hands at this moment.
Now it was in theirs.
Being able to weave a destiny is not all that it's cracked up to be. She knows what the others would say if she asked them, "Oh! I wish I had your job! Mine is so boring – low paid, too." They would complain – naturally, it was in a god's nature to complain – but they would also relish the thought of being in control of everything.
This is why she – instead of one of her sisters – was chosen to be the Destiny Weaver. She did not make rash decisions, and her power was not used in spite or hate. Rather, her calm demeanor was what allowed her to be successful. She was precise and diligent, and that's all she was needed for.
She didn't get this job because Chaos wanted her to – no, he was too wise to play favorites – it was because of her personality and her gift. The gift of sight – in more ways than one, she was like the Oracle of Delphi.
She knows destiny, and she knows she'll have this job until the gods die.
This sort of makes up for my other ones, okay? The last two, I mean. Well, anyways, I had good news, but now I forgot...