The Fate Ezilat
A/N: Hopefully the last Leiryh POV.
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I knew the fates Tol and Ratiug fairly well by the age I was ten, but I also knew there was a third one that I didn't know personally at all. I didn't even know the name of this third fate, nor do I have much to remember her by except for the outcomes of her prophecies.
When I was eight, my elder brother Jonasth who was fifteen was admitted by my parents to join them in meeting the three fates. I was still restricted to talking only with Ratiug and Tol and Jonasth refused to tell me anything of the third but for her name, which I frequently forgot; Ezilat, the mysterious fate.
I was desperate to know what was going on behind the doors during the periods in which mother, father and Jonasth listened to Ezilat's presentation. She must have spoken very quietly for my brothers, who could easily hear Tol and Ratiug through the doors couldn't hear a thing from the third fate. Quiet, or perhaps a witch with actual skill powers.
When I was six, my mother confronted me about the truth of the odd witches that visited each year and told future truths. Before I had known anything I had simply thought them friends of my father that he used to his advantage. As for my presence in the presentations, I merely thought that I was brought because I was mother's favorite. I was mother's favorite, but my reasoning was far from correct.
My mother was always a kind soul. When she saw a witch, cold, wet and homeless on the road, she willingly offered for the witch to take shelter in father's manor. The witch had stayed for weeks and had befriended the young boys and the lady of the manor in particular. It was that witch that first let my mother know her soon-to-be-born child would be the girl my mother had been praying for.
The witch had been present for my birth, in fact she had been the midwife. It hadn't been a complicated birth, in fact mother had been in labor a mere three hours before I had been born. The witch thought it all very odd though and while I had lain in my mother's arms she had spoken to my mother and father.
The witch had seen my curse. My mother had been so in want for a girl that the child had come with a curse. It wasn't an eternal slumber or an unbreakable obedience such as the fairy tale stories I was so familiar with, but the curse of having three fates. Most common humans only had one fate and few were unlucky enough to know their fates personally. I had three and I was destined to know each of them personally.
Mother and father thought little of it. The witch left the manor a week after my birth without notice to my mother; they had been friendly enough before my birth.
It wasn't until a week before my first birthday that they had remembered the curse. Father had been in his office, working with his businesses and mother had been cuddling me as usual out in the garden by her fountain. I was never told what brought them both to the parlor, but when they arrived there together, they knew something had gone wrong. Standing in their parlor were three oddly diverse witches.
Each year after that the three witches, my fates, would visit and each would present my fate for the future year. Of course, the confusing part was deciding which fate's advice to heed first for each prophesized a different fate. Sometimes two would agree and rarely would all three agree.
My only glimpse of the third fate, Ezilat, had been that week before my first birthday when mother had carried me into the parlor with father to find three witches looking expectantly at her. Something must have warned her about that third witch because, as I was told, she quickly hurried me out of the room and to my curious brothers.
Of course I never remembered that day. I had nothing to remember Ezilat by until the week before my tenth birthday. Jonasth had rushed out of the meeting with Ezilat looking pale and bewildered. When the fate herself opened the door, the signal to the other two that it was time to go, all three were quickly gone. The air around the place were the third fate had disappeared was unusually smoky.
I looked to Jonasth, curious and nervous. He spent a moment watching the smoke dissipate before he ran out the front door. Apprehensively I entered father's office to find father weeping openly into his wife's arms. I wasn't willing nor old enough to expect the worse.
The day after the fates' visit mother fell ill with an unidentifiable illness. Upon the noon of my tenth birthday she died. I was numbed for months. I wouldn't go out and play with Otamo or Erih. I wouldn't speak to my father. The only person I would've spoken to, Jonasth, was furious with my existence for it was me that took his mother away from him.
Four weeks after mother's funeral I was confronted by Jonasth, Otamo and Erih. Jonasth had looked rather embarrassed but both Otamo and Erih were fierce. They told me it wasn't my fault for my mother's death, carving into my thoughts and memories that just because the fates were mine their prophecies were for me not because of me. Jonasth eventually dismissed Otamo and Erih, after listening to their crazed ranting; Erih had been particularly difficult to get rid of.
I remembered the conversation with Jonasth the rest of my life, the enforcement of Otamo and Erih's points and then one of his own.
Jonasth had sturdy emotions from that day forward, easily taking over the business of running the manor through inheritance as father aged. He had numb feelings towards other people, but he opened willing to his closest of friends and me.
My only other memory of the third fate Ezilat was the day she died. Tol and Ratiug had surprised me in the manor early in the morning. Father had taken a day of counsel with the two fates and Ezilat's 'bother' as Ratiug had called him. At the end of the day, the four left the parlor to find a crowd of children waiting for the presentation to end. It had been as though the day was just another day of the fates' visit. Jonasth was drawn aside with father to speak as Tol began a magic show for my brothers and me. I was more absorbed in the presence of the fourth participant in the daylong meeting that had been held.
A young man, perhaps a few years older than Otamo had approached me when he had exited the parlor. I saw Ratiug and Tol glaring at him from over his shoulder.
The man was as odd looking as Tol and Ratiug. He, unlike Tol and Ratiug's fairly normal colored hair, had dark green hair that fell past his ears. At first the long bangs covered his eyes, but he pushed them out of the way as he began to talk to me.
"Leiryh, correct?" I looked nervously at my brothers who were still absorbed in Tol's hand tricks.
"Yes. I mean yes sir." I corrected myself quickly, somehow managing to keep from stuttering.
"Well then Leiryh, I might want to tell you that Ezilat, I mean your previous fate, passed away this early morning." He was grinning despite the fact that he was talking about death. I suppressed a shiver running down my spine and was instantly if surprisingly rewarded with immediate comfort with the odd man.
"Oh." I had few words to present him with and it made me feel quite insignificant. So I studied his eyes. I was almost sure they were silver or gray, but every time I focused on detailing the exact color, my attention was drawn away from him. Father and Jonasth were breaking apart to my left and Tol had recently pulled a tortoise from behind Edtin's ears. The boys were teenagers and they were still amazed by Tol's feats. "Who are you?" I asked quite frankly as I forced my attention back to the grinning man. I had to crane my neck back to look up into his face and I realized I had been standing on tiptoe to study his eyes.
"Ah, forgive me. I am Lander, previous bother to the past Ezilat as Tol and Ratiug say. Now, your third fate." He swept a graceful bow; his eyes looked almost black now- and father turned to bid Ratiug and Tol farewell. "And I may caution you Leiryh," he added, pulling my attention back to him, "to avoid walking atop the lily pads." The three fates disappeared and I gasped; his eyes were the most gorgeous brown I had ever seen.
A/N: Hopefully the last Leiryh POV.
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I knew the fates Tol and Ratiug fairly well by the age I was ten, but I also knew there was a third one that I didn't know personally at all. I didn't even know the name of this third fate, nor do I have much to remember her by except for the outcomes of her prophecies.
When I was eight, my elder brother Jonasth who was fifteen was admitted by my parents to join them in meeting the three fates. I was still restricted to talking only with Ratiug and Tol and Jonasth refused to tell me anything of the third but for her name, which I frequently forgot; Ezilat, the mysterious fate.
I was desperate to know what was going on behind the doors during the periods in which mother, father and Jonasth listened to Ezilat's presentation. She must have spoken very quietly for my brothers, who could easily hear Tol and Ratiug through the doors couldn't hear a thing from the third fate. Quiet, or perhaps a witch with actual skill powers.
When I was six, my mother confronted me about the truth of the odd witches that visited each year and told future truths. Before I had known anything I had simply thought them friends of my father that he used to his advantage. As for my presence in the presentations, I merely thought that I was brought because I was mother's favorite. I was mother's favorite, but my reasoning was far from correct.
My mother was always a kind soul. When she saw a witch, cold, wet and homeless on the road, she willingly offered for the witch to take shelter in father's manor. The witch had stayed for weeks and had befriended the young boys and the lady of the manor in particular. It was that witch that first let my mother know her soon-to-be-born child would be the girl my mother had been praying for.
The witch had been present for my birth, in fact she had been the midwife. It hadn't been a complicated birth, in fact mother had been in labor a mere three hours before I had been born. The witch thought it all very odd though and while I had lain in my mother's arms she had spoken to my mother and father.
The witch had seen my curse. My mother had been so in want for a girl that the child had come with a curse. It wasn't an eternal slumber or an unbreakable obedience such as the fairy tale stories I was so familiar with, but the curse of having three fates. Most common humans only had one fate and few were unlucky enough to know their fates personally. I had three and I was destined to know each of them personally.
Mother and father thought little of it. The witch left the manor a week after my birth without notice to my mother; they had been friendly enough before my birth.
It wasn't until a week before my first birthday that they had remembered the curse. Father had been in his office, working with his businesses and mother had been cuddling me as usual out in the garden by her fountain. I was never told what brought them both to the parlor, but when they arrived there together, they knew something had gone wrong. Standing in their parlor were three oddly diverse witches.
Each year after that the three witches, my fates, would visit and each would present my fate for the future year. Of course, the confusing part was deciding which fate's advice to heed first for each prophesized a different fate. Sometimes two would agree and rarely would all three agree.
My only glimpse of the third fate, Ezilat, had been that week before my first birthday when mother had carried me into the parlor with father to find three witches looking expectantly at her. Something must have warned her about that third witch because, as I was told, she quickly hurried me out of the room and to my curious brothers.
Of course I never remembered that day. I had nothing to remember Ezilat by until the week before my tenth birthday. Jonasth had rushed out of the meeting with Ezilat looking pale and bewildered. When the fate herself opened the door, the signal to the other two that it was time to go, all three were quickly gone. The air around the place were the third fate had disappeared was unusually smoky.
I looked to Jonasth, curious and nervous. He spent a moment watching the smoke dissipate before he ran out the front door. Apprehensively I entered father's office to find father weeping openly into his wife's arms. I wasn't willing nor old enough to expect the worse.
The day after the fates' visit mother fell ill with an unidentifiable illness. Upon the noon of my tenth birthday she died. I was numbed for months. I wouldn't go out and play with Otamo or Erih. I wouldn't speak to my father. The only person I would've spoken to, Jonasth, was furious with my existence for it was me that took his mother away from him.
Four weeks after mother's funeral I was confronted by Jonasth, Otamo and Erih. Jonasth had looked rather embarrassed but both Otamo and Erih were fierce. They told me it wasn't my fault for my mother's death, carving into my thoughts and memories that just because the fates were mine their prophecies were for me not because of me. Jonasth eventually dismissed Otamo and Erih, after listening to their crazed ranting; Erih had been particularly difficult to get rid of.
I remembered the conversation with Jonasth the rest of my life, the enforcement of Otamo and Erih's points and then one of his own.
Jonasth had sturdy emotions from that day forward, easily taking over the business of running the manor through inheritance as father aged. He had numb feelings towards other people, but he opened willing to his closest of friends and me.
My only other memory of the third fate Ezilat was the day she died. Tol and Ratiug had surprised me in the manor early in the morning. Father had taken a day of counsel with the two fates and Ezilat's 'bother' as Ratiug had called him. At the end of the day, the four left the parlor to find a crowd of children waiting for the presentation to end. It had been as though the day was just another day of the fates' visit. Jonasth was drawn aside with father to speak as Tol began a magic show for my brothers and me. I was more absorbed in the presence of the fourth participant in the daylong meeting that had been held.
A young man, perhaps a few years older than Otamo had approached me when he had exited the parlor. I saw Ratiug and Tol glaring at him from over his shoulder.
The man was as odd looking as Tol and Ratiug. He, unlike Tol and Ratiug's fairly normal colored hair, had dark green hair that fell past his ears. At first the long bangs covered his eyes, but he pushed them out of the way as he began to talk to me.
"Leiryh, correct?" I looked nervously at my brothers who were still absorbed in Tol's hand tricks.
"Yes. I mean yes sir." I corrected myself quickly, somehow managing to keep from stuttering.
"Well then Leiryh, I might want to tell you that Ezilat, I mean your previous fate, passed away this early morning." He was grinning despite the fact that he was talking about death. I suppressed a shiver running down my spine and was instantly if surprisingly rewarded with immediate comfort with the odd man.
"Oh." I had few words to present him with and it made me feel quite insignificant. So I studied his eyes. I was almost sure they were silver or gray, but every time I focused on detailing the exact color, my attention was drawn away from him. Father and Jonasth were breaking apart to my left and Tol had recently pulled a tortoise from behind Edtin's ears. The boys were teenagers and they were still amazed by Tol's feats. "Who are you?" I asked quite frankly as I forced my attention back to the grinning man. I had to crane my neck back to look up into his face and I realized I had been standing on tiptoe to study his eyes.
"Ah, forgive me. I am Lander, previous bother to the past Ezilat as Tol and Ratiug say. Now, your third fate." He swept a graceful bow; his eyes looked almost black now- and father turned to bid Ratiug and Tol farewell. "And I may caution you Leiryh," he added, pulling my attention back to him, "to avoid walking atop the lily pads." The three fates disappeared and I gasped; his eyes were the most gorgeous brown I had ever seen.