12 Chapter 12 - Sisters Of Fate

(3rd POV)

Somewhere hidden in Olympus, there was a place out of sight of the gods, where only the God King Zeus knew how to get.

This place was a small floating island, surrounded by darkness, and the lights of artificial stars.

On this small island hidden in Olympus, there were three beautiful and curvy women.

The youngest of these women had voluminous golden hair, but at the same time, it was short, with the side locks having light green tones and completely golden eyes that even seemed to be made of gold. On her body, she wore a white high-necked outfit that covered her entire body, leaving not a shred of her skin exposed except for her feet, which were stepping on the bare ground. Around her waist, she wore a black cape with metallic coloring that extended to the ground. Her beautiful face at the bottom of her was partially covered by a golden mask. On her delegated hands, she wore a pair of black gloves.

(Clotho image)

This beautiful "Woman who seems cold" is Clotho, the youngest goddess of the Sisters of Fate or Moirai, who is nothing more than the personification of destiny, Clotho is the one who weaves the thread of life.

What caught the most attention about her was the small distaff she held in her left hand, which had a black line being held and measured by another woman.

The woman crouched down holding the black thread had golden hair like her younger sister, however, the side locks were a vivid purple, and her eyes, like her sister's, were completely golden. But unlike her sister, she did not wear a mask on the lower part of her face but on the upper part of her face, leaving her delicate nose and golden lips visible. And on her body, she wore a wine-red turtleneck outfit that covered her entire body without leaving a shred of her skin exposed, except her feet. On her shoulder, she had a black cape with metallic coloring that extended to her waist, but as she was crouched, her cape reached close to the ground. On her hands, she wore a pair of black gloves.

(Lachesis image)

This beautiful "Woman who seems arrogant" is Lachesis, the second sister of the sisters of destiny, she is the measurer of the thread, and the one who assigned how much lifespan would be granted to each person or being, with her measuring stick. And at the end of this thread of destiny, there was another woman.

The woman who held the end of the thread of destiny had golden hair, but instead of having the locks of another color, it was the top of her hair that was different, having a dark blue tone. And her eyes weren't any different from her younger sisters', being completely golden. And like her second sister, she wore a golden mask on the upper part of her face, leaving her delicate nose and golden lips visible. And on her body, she wore a black high-necked outfit that covered her entire body without leaving a shred of skin exposed, which also didn't leave a shred of her skin exposed, except for her feet. However, unlike her sisters again, she did not wear any cape, but rather a cylinder on her face that left only the view of her face uncovered. On her delegated hands, she wore a pair of black gloves.

(Atropos image)

This beautiful "Woman who seems cruel" is Atropos, the elder sister of the Sisters Of Fate. Atropos is the one who cuts the thread of fate, signifying the end of life.

What caught the most attention about her was the golden scissors that Atropos was holding.

Atropos, who was standing still, suddenly moved her arm, and cruelly she cut that thread of fate, which simply shattered into golden powder being carried away by the wind.

That thread of fate was none other than the thread of Python, which was no longer needed.

"Something miserable has finally come to an end." In the tone of Atropos' mouth, there was not the slightest hint of sympathy for a life that had come to an end, in fact, there was a touch of cruelty.

"Considering her lifespan, she should have been grateful, even if in the end she was nothing more than a pet." Lachesis said, standing up, not spending a single second more of her thoughts regarding the dead serpent.

"..." Clotho remained silent, unlike her sisters who show disdain, arrogance, and lack of sympathy for Python, she did not show any type of emotion regarding Python's death.

However, even so, she still opened her mouth and said:

"She fulfilled her destiny, after all, the sole purpose of her life has already been accomplished." Her voice was youthful and beautiful, but cold, without the slightest hint of feelings.

"Hahaha! It must be shit that your destiny is just to be a ladder for someone else." Lachesis let out an elegant laugh.

As the sister of the Fates and the embodiment of Destiny itself, they obviously knew the fates of every being, even the gods.

While Lachesis seemed to be enjoying herself, and Clotho was morbidly silent, Atropos, the eldest sister but the smallest in terms of height, looked at Lachesis, with a look of repression.

"I would even agree with you, sister, but "he" is not just any being." Strangely in Atropos' voice, there was a tone of pride, not for her, but for "him".

Hearing the word "he" coming out of her older sister's mouth, Lachesis, instantly stopped her laughter, turning her smile into a serious expression.

"Yes, in the end, "he" is someone who cannot be measured by me, his life cannot be decided by anyone other than himself. Well, considered, what "he" is to us, nothing more fair." Her arms crossed over her breasts, emphasizing that burgundy outfit that fit snugly against her curvaceous body.

Clotho, hearing her older sisters' words, only said a single word.

"Moiragetes."

Atropos and Lachesis' expressions instantly turned serious and respectful with a single word, then Clotho continued to say:

"When "he" was born, I did not pull the thread of his destiny, when he was born, Lachesis was unable to measure his life span, and in death, Atropos will not be able to cut his thread of fate. "He" is someone who is not in the flow of fate, "he" is the only being who cannot have his fate measured, killed, controlled, or manipulated by any existence. In the theater of life, "he" is and at the same time is not on the stage.

A being who was born without a fate, "he" is Phoebus Apollo, our Moiragetes* (God Of Fate), Apollo is an existence above fate." Clotho said in her cold voice, but even for her, there was a tone of adoration as she said her Moiragetes' name.

*(A/N: I searched and found only two translations that make sense, which are Controller Of The Fates and God Of Fate, in some myths, the king god himself was called Zeus Moiragetes.)

Atropos and Lachesis were not very different from Chotos, perhaps only in the way they worshiped the young God. For their worship came from the simple fact that The Moirae Sisters were above the gods, and controlled the fate of all mortals and gods, subjecting them to their will, being unable to change it, but Apollo was not subject to fate.

"To think there would be someone like our Moiragetes." Lachesis sat on the floor resting her elbow on her leg, and placing the back of her hand on her cheek, even though she seemed abrupt, this entire movement was done with delicacy and grace.

Atropos, who was standing straight and unyielding, could not help but nod her head in confirmation.

"Indeed, this is surprising, since all existing beings have a fate, even the king of the gods or even cosmic entities, are linked to their fate, some on larger scales others on smaller scales. But it is 100% certain that they are still adrift in the river of fate." Atropos's slender finger lightly brushed her scissors. And then she looks at her younger sisters.

"However, Phoebus Apollo has no such "chains" about him, being the only truly "free" being." With Atropos' words, silence took over the place.

The silence was not one of surprise, but rather a silence of respect and adoration, with a hint of fanaticism.

But even though the Moirae Sisters had extreme respect, and many other feelings, for Apollo, it was not time for the Moirae Sisters to meet the Sun.

The only being who could decide the time and moment they met was Phoebus Apollo.

Until that moment arrives, the Moirae Sisters have watched their Moiragetes with dedication as they do their work.

Clotho pulled the black thread, weaving the thread of life and fate. Lachesis crouched down, measuring and assigning how long this new being would live, while Átropos held the end of the thread, waiting for the final moment of this new life, which she knew how and when it would end.

So on an island hidden in Olympus, the Sisters Of Fate did their work over and over again, waiting for the moment when the master of fate would come to meet them.

(A/N: Sorry for this shorter-than-usual chapter, but I needed to write only about the Moirae Sisters, the next chapters will be regular size.)