A moment passes, all I can see is white, not the sweet white of powdered snow or a Calla Lily, but the glare of the sun in summer, like you had just been searching for your blankets in the dark, only to have your sister switch the lights on.

Blinking, I walk around, looking for something I could use to my advantage. Nothing is with me, only the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet, not even the weapons I brought along are here in this limbo. As I try to touch the ground, the world melts into a barren ice field, though, I hesitate to call it that. The only thing growing is a icy blue flower, the beauty poking it's head through the thick matted grass, dead from the winter cold.

"With the turn of the world, life comes to be and life passes." A voice echoes around the wasteland.

"We are the Fates, but even we are at the mercy of destiny." A second joins the first.

"Blinded by our actions as you are to each other," the third Fate's rasps out.

"We have asked, Destiny has declared, and Doom has answered." They say in unison. "By morning Delphi will have come, and your souls will rest, finally at peace."

A line of mountains loom in the distance, but as the sun rises, I realize, that they are not that, but the Fates themselves. Beside me, like a cloak uncovered, the other's are revealed. Some are kneeling, some have curtsied, others bow. I take none's lead and stand, hawk's eye on them.

Hours seem to pass as they approached, their wispy togas rippling in the nonexistent wind.

Atropos found the flower, her skin looked pale and withered in comparison to it's petals. All eyes were on her as she mumbled something to herself before she drew shears from her robe. Snipping the plant's leaves, she gathered them and passed them to Clotho. Then, with a snap of her fingers, she plucked the head of the flower from it's stem and pulled every petal off.

This too, she passed to Clotho, who pulled the veins of each apart, and tied one to each of nine threads, our threads.

Atropos passed the body of the blue beauty to Lachesis, who finds a seed within the stem. Scratching up the dirt, she pats it down again, sprinkling a dust over it.

"I am Lachesis, rememberer of pasts, writer of legacy, chosen to measure your life." She stands, looking into each of our eyes, holding our gaze for a moment. "But what is a legacy? It is planting seeds in a garden you won't get to see."

There are no birds chirping, no wind whispering in our ears, nothing but silence meets her statement.

"You each have done acts in your life, not all good, not all bad, but a grey mix of black and white." Clotho speaks. "May your mark upon history be remembered as you move forward."

The silence is of peace, the air though, is damp, like the gathering of clouds before a storm. The storm gathers now, it will not be light, nor will it be the darkest of history. The dark night approaches, but it is not here. Not yet.

"Time spins, and you each breathe. Time spins, and you each speak. Time speaks, and you are silenced." It is Atropos' turn now. "To each their own, for every man's path follows a different road. Life is a highway and you each walk along it."

A crack rips along the ground, stretching out from where the seeds were planted. A ravine opens and closes just as quickly, but I find myself falling, deeper, into the pit of darkness.

From the dark, the Fates speak again, declaring another prophecy.

"The Delphis' have united,

Blood moon rises on full East Coast,

Camps of people are ignited,

Lost walks the one cared for most.

Stryga shall not rise alone,

Pale death hands shall touch her side,

Child of Neptune, chaos blown,

You have not tried.

Promises once held true,

Shall break under pressure new,

Broken hearts, still beat strong,

But traitors shall never belong,

Those lies shall earn their reap,

But you shall always keep,

Loyal to the friends do wrong,

Only for one yearlong.

Daughters, sons,

Unite and stand,

Alone, you shall fall,

At their hand."

And then my eyes open, in front of me is a door.

I walk through it and I only feel pain, seeing only white.

fin.

I'll try and get my notes and Q&A up tomorrow sometime! I'm sorry this is late, I had it written but I had to rewrite it all because it didn't fit where I want the epilogue to go, I'll likely be getting that up in a couple days, hopefully. I will be getting the epilogue up first because that will wrap up any loose ends left, but put your questions in the comments and I will answer them as best I can.

And if you're reading this and the story's marked "complete," leave them anyways and I'll try to reply to them as well!

I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!