So, yeah, this was supposed to be a one chapter fanfic, but I decided to continue it.
Clothos and Atropos, two of the Fates, were fast asleep. Not that they needed sleep, or were really asleep in any way mortals would understand. They were merely holding off on their duties for a few minutes, and had detached themselves from the world. It was their way of being lazy.
Which was something that the Fates had become accustomed to. Billions of years of doing nothing and having none to oppose them had muddled with their minds. More so for Clothos and Atropos than Lachesis.
Lachesis, the measurer, was the only one of the Three who was awake. She was currently scanning the billions of threads spun out in multiple colors beneath her. Right now, the only thing that she was doing was scanning those threads, which showed the lives of billions of mortals and divine beings, with her Circuit. That was what she called the odd wooden contraption that she wielded in her left hand. It was supposed to react and vibrate when it would detect that single strand that would defy all three of the Fates.
It was a duty that she had done countless times, without any real success. She didn't even pay attention to it anymore. She merely flew across the threads on her gilded wings while her mind was occupied elsewhere. What happened about her sisters? They merely stayed asleep nowadays, only awakening to taste the Fruit, what they called the sorrow of mortals and gods.
Just as she was about to leave, something happened.
Did her mind just trick her, or did the Circuit just react? Lachesis stared at it in astonishment. It had stopped vibrating, if it had ever started.
Was she just imagining things? It was possible. She had made three false alarms before. Once was two billion years ago, another a billion years after that, and one just a million and a half years ago. All three times, her sisters had reacted viciously and cut thread after thread in blind rage. Scores of fruit had been lost during those times. They had blamed her for all three of those times, and had gotten very angry. Lachesis was frightened of Atropos the most.
She stared at her two sisters, still resting peacefully above the strands that Clothos had woven. Surely they must have felt something if the First Prophecy had began?
And what about her? She was a goddess of Fate itself, even the gods didn't dare oppose her or her sisters. Surely she would know if a mortal had come up that was defying her power?
She decided to lay the matter to rest. She didn't want to raise a false alarm, it would lead to too much trouble.
And yet, she couldn't just fall asleep. She was, in a way, the most active of her sisters. Her sisters merely created and cut those threads, it was she who adorned them and elongated them, as well as harvested the Fruit. Her paranoia just couldn't let this matter go.
She would have to go to the mortal realm. In disguise, of course. And she would keep a close eye on the Circuit. She looked at the strands, trying to puzzle out where the disturbance, if it had been there, originated them. It was not from the golden divine threads, but it was difficult determining the location. However, she could only assume it was from somewhere in America, where the gods currently resided.
Judging from most of the threads, it seemed it was more likely it came from the Eastern coast. This was all she needed as she set out to weed out this possible disturbance herself.
So, how was it? I'm sticking the common Greek names for the Fates. For those who don't know, Clothos was the one who spun the threads when people were born, Lachesis was the measurer and determined where one's life would go, and Atropos cut the threads, deciding the length of life of a person.