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“something brought you here, mr jackson,
call it what you will – fate, destiny…”
“a minotaur”
they met under dire circumstances,
the boy with unkempt black hair and sea green eyes
and the girl with wavy blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.
they bickered,
they argued,
they quarrelled.
they fought monsters,
they battled demons,
they clashed with gods.
they forgave each other,
they embraced each other,
they laughed together.
together they were an unstoppable pair,
moving like a well-oiled machine,
the perfect leaders of a determined team.
they held up the sky for each other,
they searched relentlessly when separated,
they journeyed through the depths of hell together.
this is the life that the boy and girl were destined for –
a life of greatness,
the stuff of legend.
but who created this destiny for them?
the Fates themselves.
clothos, lachesis, atropos.
the three sisters
prophetic deities,
divine personifications of destiny.
they are the ones that brought them together,
separated them, only to bring them together again,
bringing about an even greater coalition that saved the world.
but that story is over.
they are happily together,
working toward a future together
their future has a lot in store.
the Fates have been merciful
they have allowed them to finally retire
they have served their time
they have made their impact
they have saved the world countless times
the three Fates weave their future as we speak
they knit the electric blue strings of fate
intertwining their lives with a myriad of others
together they live happily,
in bliss, at ease,
finally home from the war
they have each other to keep them company,
they friends they made along the way,
the people they met, the lives they touched
the Fates see them live till they are old and grey,
a jumble of grandchildren scattered on the rug,
stars in their eyes as they listen to the stories
they will admire them
they will marvel at their tales
they will giggle at the way granddad voices the characters
he will give the monsters deep gruff voices,
he will give the boy the scared, cracking voice of a teenager, the boy he was,
he will give the girl the high-pitched whine, his wife from all those years ago
she will swat at him playfully
she will listen and laugh as she is reminded of the heroic things she did
she will sit with two on her lap and the others on the floor around her
this is their world
their tomorrow
their future
this is what the Fates have foretold
the long lives they will live
before, snip, they leave this world behind for an eternity of joy in elysium.