19 Betrayal
*DISCLAIMER: I sincerely apologize, I was really busy with school and then eventually forgot I was writing this.....my bad*
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"You are sure this is the place?", I ask Hecate while slightly frowning and looking at the abyss-black cavern in-front of us.
"I'm sure, this is definitely it", she says nervously while grimacing.
Bursts of deep and ancient energy roll off of the cavern in waves. Grand and archaic in power.
It feels like we are in the presence of a Primordial.
"You can leave", I say to Hecate.
Although I would like help, if things get dangerous and we start fighting Hecate would be a burden, she might just get injured from being in range of our fight.
"Thank you", she sighs while looking relieved.
Hecate disappears in a flash of dark-light and violet magic circles as she teleports back to Atlantis.
I take a long, hard look at the cavern, a bit hesitant to go in.
"They shouldn't be so powerful, have my actions really caused this big of a difference?", I whisper under my breath while glowering at the cavern.
My thumb starts rubbing Stellamaris which is in its ring form on my finger—a habit I developed.
Although I'm not afraid, it's better to be cautious when dealing with the things that have changed due to my choices.
Stellamaris then suddenly transforms.
It's full powered trident form managing to almost fully cancel out the aura from the cave.
I take a step forward walk into the cavern.
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(Third Person)
Zeus stood alone on a gleaming white balcony with a blank look on his face.
He just stood there, looking out onto the white expanse of clouds around him.
He stayed there for awhile, gathering his thoughts. No one could tell what he was thinking, but soon a voice called out to him.
It was a light voice, seemingly kind in nature but there was a hidden kind of malevolence in it.
"It's finished", The voice said.
A slender and white hand rose up from behind the corner of the golden entrance leading into the balcony.
The hand held an organic looking purple and gold eye, around the size of a tennis ball.
The eye had mysterious runes engraved on it in a black metallic looking ink. There were even pink veins extending from the sides of the eye towards the iris, pulsing every now and then.
The purple pupil and golden iris of the eye suddenly shifted position, it looked straight at Zeus.
A shiver went down Zeus's spine and he grimaced.
"Is this truly the right decision?", Zeus thought in his head, slightly fearful of the eye now that it's here.
The man holding the eye stepped out slowly with a cheshire grin on his face, silvery-grey hair glinting in the light.
Delphin's face made its way out of the shadows.
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After walking for a couple hours I came across a massive ancient looking wooden door.
I'm a bit surprised that the cavern lead straight to the door, there were no turns or alternative paths.
Deciding to be careful, I knock on the door.
"Come in", a haggard old lady's voice says.
I push open the massive door and see three figures sitting around a circular table, they were knitting with glowing golden thread.
The first one was a young girl of around nine in a plain white dress. If not for the aura, there was nothing special about her, she looked like a normal little girl in a dress.
The middle one was a middle-aged lady in a plain white dress that looked around thirty-five. She had the same normal features as the little girl, the same face—only older.
The last was an old granny. Same white dress and face, but she seemed to around seventy.
I was a bit taken back by how different they looked from the myths and books, but I quickly regained composure.
"Morai, I have a request of you", I say calmly.
"No", they respond in unison.
Their voices all reflect their age, each different in pitch, tone, and clarity.
"We know your request and we shall not grant it", they finish.
"Why?", I ask.
"It is our duty", the young girl responds.
"Lives were fine before you were born, the world would move on", I state.
"We would accept if you did not include the mortals", the middle-aged Fate responds.
My still lingering attachment towards my horrible mortal life made it so that I didn't want it to be anyone's fate to suffer like that. A fate to be abandoned and in pain.
"There were mortals even before you were born, they were fine without your interference", I counter.
"Fool", the old crone continues ,"You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals do not like uncertainty, they do not like change. Uncertainty is frightening, change is painful."
I want to counter, but I know that it is ..somewhat... mostly true. As a former mortal I know that.
Finally, something I once heard comes to mind.
"If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid," I continue, "By planning out their fate, the things they could have done, could have accomplished would be gone. Restricting a person to one path keeps them from showing their talent in another."
"Even if the change is painful, the uncertainty is frightening— a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing", as I say this, I can feel myself being reaffirmed , my mentality a bit stronger.
My fear of making too many changes to the future weakened.
I even surprisingly feel a bit stronger than before.
After remaining silent for awhile they all speak in unison.
"Your fate is your own, though while we can't say the same for mortals they shall have a freer reign of their possibilities," they say.
"Thank you", I say with a small smile on my face.
They all smile together in return, and I have to admit I got a bit creeped out.
BOOM!
The communication rune behind my ear explodes and my head jerks to the side forcefully.
Something must have happened to the caster on the other side for this to happen.
My face transforms into a place between a grimace and a worried look.
I turn to the Fates and see their eyes open wide, truly fearful looks painting their faces.
I want to quickly teleport to Atlantis, but I first ask the Fates what's wrong to know what could make them so scared.
"It's them, they're back!", the little girl Fate screamed.
"How could this be", the old one cried in response.
"Who is it! Tell me quickly!", I yelled in response.
"It's them, it's the lords of the Wizard World", the middle-aged Fate says frantically.
My heart clenches and starts beating frantically, a war drum amidst the Fates cries.
It can't possibly be them! This is the Riordanverse, or at least a Greek mythology universe. It can't possibly be that universe, not with those psychos!
"What is the name of the enemy", I barely manage to squeeze out.
"The Magus", all three Fates say in unison.
