Love Story: Chapter Three
Eris
If only the brunette cared about anyone other than herself.
She circled one of her precious golden apples with a long, black nail. Raising an eyebrow and biting her lip she glanced over to the phone she had just hung up. With a laugh she shook her head; her ability to fluctuate on decisions would be the death of her.
Eris wouldn’t do what Venus had asked her. It was too much effort.
Venus
“What do you mean you’re not going to do it!?” I was furious. Eris stood in our doorway, hopelessly careless as she chucked a golden apple up in the air and caught it over and over. “You know what it means.” She yawned, turning to leave. I grabbed her wrist quickly before she could leave. “Do you care about anyone other than yourself?” I narrowed my eyes, hoping that by doing so I could see some shred of decency in her. “You know the answer.” Her face was so bored and expressionless.
I let go of her wrist, horrified. “You... said...” I frowned, burrowing my top brow further down my face. She flicked her gaze over to me and sighed. “I say a lot of things, Venus, get over it.” With a flick of her long raven hair, she walked down the corridor and out of sight.
My eye twitched, how dare she!
In that moment Aphrodite and Cupid walked in casually. “So you and Eris sorted everything?” Cupid asked. I shot him a dagger glare and turned to my desk. “She’s so...” I couldn’t think of the word behind my fury. “Selfish?” Aphrodite offered.
“Yes!” I screamed in anger, Eris had ruined everything!
Aphrodite tutted and cleared her throat to speak, holding us both in her icy blue eyes. “Eris... has put a dent in our plans and has stopped us from achieving what we were meant to do,” Aphrodite stopped and in her pause both Cupid and I knew what that twist in fate meant. “I think The Fates will have something to say about that.”
Those words were like a summoning incantation. A ghastly swirl of black suddenly appeared before our eyes and within it three sallow women stood, their heads hanging behind thick black hoods. Each of them had their hair hanging like a sombre, obsidian blanket over their faces - making their skin appear paler than it already was.
“Venus and Aphrodite of Love, your actions have ruptured our cloth.” The first and smallest of the three girls spoke, her voice hollow and ghostly. I noticed her sister next to her held a cloth in her hand that she was forever weaving and adding to. Her hands moved frantically without her looking at it, weaving future and destiny within a few strokes. “Your duty is to predict destiny in Love. You have failed so.” The second Fate spoke much like the first.
“The cloth cannot be undone.” The third added.
My hands began to tremble and my eyes widened in fear of their awesome presence. They were terrifying and so unearthly.
The first Fate stepped forward and pointed one chalky finger at the three of us cowering silently from their might.
“You will aid Fate and allow what is woven to commence, for if the cloth is to predict a falsehood their will be a fracture in all of what will be.” The other two Fates then stepped forward to finish what she had to say.
“And if you are to fail, your titles of supernatural beings will be stripped.”
“For you would have failed your duties as deities here.”
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Tansi
Commented 66 months ago - 3rd December 2010 - 22:21pm
aw i was really getting into this. cant wait for more ;)
barbaradean
Commented 63 months ago - 4th March 2011 - 11:59am
thats sweeeet x