Unlocking Olympus: Prologue

Unlocking Olympus

Prologue

“So unfortunate,” Clotho murmured, running her long, blood red nails at the length of the red thread, the pulsing life was waning. 

Atropos sighed, “Sister, it’s about time you get used to this.” She said without so much as blinking as she cut the thread with her golden shears.

Snap!

Atropos’ puffy lips stretched in a languid smile, her eyes which were slightly tilted at the edges were shining from glee. Clotho, the goddess of birth, turned to Lakhesis who was busy measuring a new thread.

“Sister, Atropos, this is not something you get used to.” Lakhesis said, in support to her older sister. She didn’t have to look at her Clotho’s sharp eyes to know that her sister was expecting those words. This has been going on for more millennia than she could count, just right when the earth was created. Clotho and Atropos always argued. She who held the spindle of thread and she who held the golden shears and then there was Lakhesis, the one who measures how long would be the life of the thread Clotho spun.

Atropos’ tawny eyes snapped to her, “Don’t you dare take her side!”

“I am not taking her side,” used to her sisters exploits, Lakhesis continued doing her job, unperturbed by the brewing fight.

Clotho nodded her approval and Atropos seethed, “You are, you just negated what I said!” The halo of silver hair adorned Atropos’ face.

Lakhesis could not withhold the sigh from escaping her painted lips, “I expressed my thoughts.”

Electricity crackled inside the spacious room which was full of tangled threads, glowing and pulsing. This too was not new. Lakhesis knew it would come sooner.

Clotho sounded patronizing, “Now, dear sister, calm down.”

“I am tired in being a part of this hackneyed trio!” Atropos raged, the static intensified but none of them cared. None of them were affected, they were Gods after all.

With that, Clotho’s non-existent patience ran out. “You can tell Zeus that and you can go on your own way.”

“You always think you are the leader of this group,”

“I am the guardian of the spindle of life.”

Lakhesis droned their argument but then something caught her attention. The threads of life floated in front of them and two of the threads caught her eyes, the first was a silver thread: a demigod. Beside it, a shimmering golden thread had weaved itself on the silver one, knotting it to a tight jumble.

“It’s starting,” Lakhesis told her two sisters which at that time were already zapping each other with shreds of electric whip.

Clotho and Atropos stopped and turned to where the two threads, which were glowing brighter than the rest of the threads, meshed into one long filament of fate.

“We shall not tell the Gods,” As if in daze, the moirai stared as the destiny of two unlikely goddesses had started to run its course.

“Olympus’ damnation has started,” Lakhesis continued.

“We shall not tell the Gods.” Atropos agreed.

Clotho smiled, “This would be fun,”

Lakhesis felt exhilarated, “Five centuries, it has been five centuries since we witnessed such an interesting fate.”

“We need to go back to Olympus,” Atropos reminded her sisters and both Clotho and Lakhesis smiled to her.

“And we’ll not tell the Gods.” They chorused.  

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