The Fates

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Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos exchanged knowing glances, understanding that Zeus was seeking more answers than they were willing to provide. Clotho spoke first, her voice as soft as the threads she spun. "Father, the secrets that Hera keeps are like knots in the tapestry of life. There are threads that bind her to others, threads whose true nature can be deceptive. To untangle them now may unravel that which is meant to be."

Lachesis chimed in, her voice steady and measured. "Every being, mortal and immortal, is entitled to their secrets. These secrets weave themselves into the tapestry of existence, shaping and reshaping the destinies of those involved. In time, these secrets may reveal themselves, or fade into the shadows of the past. But know this, Father: a thread was spun, one that connects Hera to another. It has grown and remains hidden within the great tapestry."

Atropos' voice then cut through the tension, sharp and final. "Rest assured, The tapestry of life has a way of weaving itself into the most intricate patterns, and the fates of those involved intertwine in unexpected ways. Know that the more you seek to control the threads of life, the more tangled they may become."

Finally, Lachesis added, her voice filled with a sense of foreboding. "A product of Hera's secret, is hidden from plain sight. Its existence is known only to the few who have been entrusted with this knowledge." With that, the three sisters fell silent, their cryptic warning hanging in the air like a delicate thread, daring Zeus to pull and see what unraveled.

Clotho, the spinner of life's thread, looked at her sisters before addressing Zeus. "Father, we understand your concerns," she began, "but we must remember that the future is a complex tapestry, with many threads intertwining and shifting. There are things that even we, the Fates, cannot foresee with absolute certainty. But we do know the things that have happened" She paused, allowing her words to sink in before passing the question to her sister, Lachesis.

Lachesis, the measurer of life's thread, took up the explanation from there. "We can tell you, Father, that Hera's time away from Olympus has changed her in some ways. The threads of her life have been altered, and she has learned from her experiences. But as for the secrets you suspect she keeps, well, there are some. ." She glanced at her sister Atropos, who nodded and prepared to deliver her part of the answer.

Atropos, the cutter of life's thread, met Zeus's gaze with her ancient, all-seeing eyes. ", Father, but she will stay faithful" With that, the three sisters fell silent, waiting for Zeus's response to their enigmatic counsel.
 

Since the time they were born, the three sisters held everyone’s fate in their hands. Whether mortal or immortal it did not matter as they knew all. The three silver hair women knew more than their own father which was why he brought them here in the first place of course. They knew the power they wielded as they saw all. But this did not stop them from squabbling amidst themselves. But this stopped for now once their father addressed them once more.

“Thank you father,” they said in unison as the three of them blushed. Their mood shifted to happiness since they were in the presence of their father. Nodding they moved quickly to take a seat as the three began to look from one another with a smirk. “Father we know” started Clotho but was finished by Lachesis “why you sent for us.” Looking at one another they then turned to their father to watch his expression.

Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos were invited by their father to come to Olympus. Oh how exciting it was for them to join their father up in Olympus when he had such great things to ask them. As they journeyed together they began to squabble about Lachesis making them late. “As always you had to take such a long time…..as if you will impress our father with how you look,” said Clotho. “Agreed,” said Atropos. “You two are just jealous of how good I look better than you,” said Lachesis holding up her finger. The Fates stopped their squabble as they heard their father greeting them.

Smiling, the three children of Zeus went up to their father as they were honored to be called for such a time as this. “Ohhhh thank you father, it is so good to see you” blushed Lachesis. Clotho elbowed her sister “I look the best, don’t I father.”  Atropos then whacked the back of her sister's head, “No I am the best looking” her voice echoed as she glared at her sisters.