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An icy fire burned in her veins. How dare he belittle her this way! She scowled, teeth baring and eyes flashing yellow like a wolf's. Wolf eyes. Evil eyes. She wanted to scream. For so long...so long she had hidden her anger. But rage… well, rage can't be contained. She would know.
"ERIS, DAUGHTER OF NYX!" Zeus' voice boomed through the courtyard. "IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO RECEIVE YOUR DOMAINS!" Eris looked up, biting her lip nervously. She shakily got to her feet.
"You'll do great!" A girl near her said, smiling.
"Thank you, Bia." Eris nodded towards the brunette beauty.
"You'll probably get something awesome." Akhlys said miserably. "Unlike me, of course…"
"She's sooo gonna be a depression goddess." Bia muttered. "Me? I want something VIOLENT."
"Good luck!" Eris laughed, a rare sound, before entering the room that would decide her own fate.
Eris kneeled at the foot of Zeus' throne, ready to hear the word of the fates. "Lord Zeus." She said respectfully, lowering her head to the ground.
"Rise, daughter of Nyx." A raspy female voice ordered. Eris did so, looking around to hopefully spot the source. Alas, all that she could see was… nothing. Well, she mused, there WAS the creepy white mist, but no one ever counted THAT…
Eris was standing on a surface that was white, just white. Not soft, not hard. Not smooth, not coarse. Just white. There was no ceiling, or so she could see, but mist swirled around them. It was, you guessed it, white! In fact, now that she saw it, there was only one thing here. A brown table with a loom, a measuring stick, and a small black dagger. There were also the three women, sitting on brown stools a few feet away.
"Who are you?" Eris asked, for the effect. Everyone knew who they were, but Eris was nothing if not mischievous.
"You know who we are, as you just thought. Dramatic appeal? Hmmm…" The first of the legendary Three Sisters murmured. "Shall I spin the threads this way, sisters?"
Lachesis tilted her head in acknowledgment, navy blue hair shimmering like a veil as it pooled onto her shoulder, in a lake made of fabric. "Perhaps, Clothos. But you do know that it will be a rather long thread?" Clothos stared at her sister, disbelief evident in her bronze eyes, still spinning the threads of life on her bronze spindle, her duty alive inside her spindle-colored eyes.
"They are all the same, the threads of immortals!" Atropos screeched, cutting a ruby red thread with her golden scissors.
Lachesis peered at Eris curiously. "I would have thought… you seemed the type to see the silver ones to me…"
"Oh no, sister!" Atropos chortled, blood-red eyes flashing with glee, "she is just the sort to see the golden!"
"Oh silence, sister." Clothos chided Atropos. "Can't you see that you're confusing the dear girl?" Her fiery orange eyes softened as she gazed at Eris. "Now don't you worry about my sisters, dear. Atropos loves scaring people, and Lachesis delights in the mysterious." She glared at her sisters accusingly, but Atropos just glared back, and Lachesis smiled serenely while measuring out a length of deep blue thread.
"Worry not, young goddess." Lachesis murmured. "You will do great things. It brings no benefit to dwell on the words of prophecy."
"Silence sister." Atropos warned. "Do not speak of undisclosable things."
Clothos glided over to Eris and rested a hand on the goddess' shoulder. Both of them glowed with a golden aura. Eris suddenly felt ice within her veins. She doubled over in pain, though it soon faded away.
When she looked up once more, all three sisters were in a circle around her with clasped hands. Their eyes were closed, hiding the orange eyes of Clothos, the red ones of Atropos, and the misty blue of Lachesis that enchanted many. Lachesis, the measurer's, blue hair still floated like silk in the air above her, so smooth in appearance, of which the secret was a true mystery to even Aphrodite. Atropos, the cutter's, rose-gold hair glinted like the scissors that trimmed the threads of life beyond repair, with streaks of many colors, probably the forms that her scissors took on. Even as Eris watched, the colors shifted, from gold to blue, and bronze to black. Lastly, Clothos, the spinner's, hazelnut brown locks floated above her head in an enchanting storm, so realistic that it wasn't quite hard to imagine real danger from the sister, a metaphorical representation for lightning. After all, storm clouds just weren't brown. Though she was talking about the fates, so Eris could never be very sure of herself.
"Rise, Eris, daughter of Nyx!" Clothos cried, her voice like a downpour, yet a light drizzle trickling down from the heavens above.
"Claim your title, new goddess!" Lachesis added, her voice a melody of mist and moon, mystery and clarity, real and surreal.
"Bringer of fear and awe!" Atropos murmured, which almost scared Eris more than she should have been. Atropos was the angry sister, the one who shouldn't, who couldn't, speak a word gently. She was a tornado of hatred for all, though Eris couldn't quite blame her, for no-one was pure and with good intentions.
The fates all intoned as one The Words. The Words would change Eris' life forever, for better or worse, for thick and thin. Though she would be brought to rage by the judgement of these words, she was given respect. The best kind of respect. Fear. The Words would cause a war, but The Words would heal a heart. The Words would reconcile, but The Words would precede a heartbreak. The Words were her final fate.
"Hail Eris, goddess of spite, strife, and discord. Ruler of Chaos. Daughter of Nyx. Respect her. Fear her."
And just like that, Eris was brought from the mists, but not before she saw Clothos wink at her, fiery orange eyes filled with warm flames, like the ones in the Hearth of Hestia. Where did Hestia get her flames anyways? Eris fainted, properly mind blown.
As she was brought out of the throne room, she dreamed of The Words. Spite, strife, and discord. Ruler of Chaos. Fear her. And in the end they really did, didn't they? But this isn't the end, no it's only the beginning…
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