A woman cried, as she craddles the body of a man.
His hand was shaking as he raised his hand to touch the cheek of a woman and wiped the tears from her, "Shh.. it's okay... it's okay... it is not... your fault... I'm... sorry..."
His hand slowly fell down from her cheek as his eyes slowly closed and memories of their time together was replayed in his mind.
The time when they were hunting together.
The time when they were trying to kill each other.
"Brother! Save him!" she turned her head towards her brother
He smiled and his body went cold.
As he felt his thread being cut, he faintly heard, "No... no...no..."
And the thread was cut.
"Where am I?" as he survey his surrounding but he can't see anything for it was...
dark.
"Orion..."
"Orion..."
"Orion..."
He heard a voice of an old women but they sound different.
Orion followed the voice and saw a small light. He approached the light and saw three old women weaving, measuring and cutting a thread.
He recognized them, the moirai.
He immediately kneeled down.
"Orion, a giant born to opposed Artemis, is fated to kill her, not fall in love with her!" Lachesis the measurer exclaimed.
Orion bowed his head, "I do not regret falling in love with her"
"Why? Thou are not fated for each other. It is not in our will!" Clotho the spinner bellowed.
Orion stayed completely still.
Atropos the Inevitable spoke up, "Do you hate thy fate?"
Orion was shocked, he did not know what to say.
"Do you regret thy death?" Atropos questioned.
"Yes, I hate my fate and I hate the fact that I left her all alone" sadness was evident in his tone.
Orion raised his head and look up at the fates and met their gazes, "... I want to change my fate, I don't want hers and mine to end this way!"
Atropos was silent and she gave a look to her sisters as a look of understanding passed between them.
"Very well, we will give thee a chance to re-write thy fate" Lachesis stated.
"But it cannot be thee ... for thou shall learn thy mistakes!" Clotho asserted.
"It must be done by someone who will be thy next life." Atropos declared.
Atropos resumed, "Do thee accept?"
He shut his eyes, accepting his fate, "I... accept..."
The fates' eyes suddenly glowed as they spoke together, "I istoría sas tha xanagrafeí gia défteri forá tin iméra pou to fengári metatrépei to aíma kai gínetai skiá"
The words was translated in his mind,
"Your fate shall be rewritten for the second time on the day the moon turns blood and becomes a shadow"
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