Gillian believed in fate the way some people believed in fairy tales. Fate. Her own fate hung in the balance. Upon a segment of an antiquated plate, broken in to three pieces, evenly.
Was it happenstance" No, it was fate.
Fate that had three young sisters, unequaled in their inquisitive nature, dig into a crate, unfettered by convention and order, to each snatch a piece of life. A plate perfectly broken into three equal pieces.
It was fate that had brought them to the window. Fate that had them each bring their special pieces together, fitting the sections back together in harmony. And in doing so, sealed their fate. A flash of dazzling light. The buzzing of a thousand voices lifted in song. Or had it been a warning"
Fate as each girl vanished from the bosom of home and hearth in that instant to be carried into their separate destinies, into strange lands. Separated by time, distance and reason.
It was fate that evening as well, as Gillian sat among the soft radiance of dozens of smoldering candles in an upstairs room above the cobblers store. Her fragment of the plate held up in the wavering light to be examined again. Just like the hundreds of thousands of times before, just like this very moment, when it had been examined before.
A plate, when whole, had depicted a scene of three other sisters; the daughters of Zeus and Themis, these three women - Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos - were the one's with the power to determine the outcome of the lives of all. Clotho wove the Cloth of Life. Lachesis measured the threads that made the cloth. And the thread of life was cut by Atropos. Each of these aspects of Fate had a hand in determining the outcome of any individual life. One could not escape the destiny that Fate holds for them.
Upon that fractured plate, Gillian possessed the sister known as Clotho, the spinner. The thread she seized trailing off to the jagged edge of the plate where it was broken off abruptly. The giver of life. Painted to perfection upon her slice of that platter.
From what she remembered of that fateful day twenty years back, Kathleen had held Lachesis, the sister that determined the length of that thread. And Atropos, who cuts the thread when the proper time has come for death, was in Charlene's custody. Each O?Halloran sister holding a part of life of another set of sisters. Each destined to be scattered across the heavens, until they could find their way back to the other and the plate rejoined again.
http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff193/GillianO/fates03.jpg
(As an aside to any interested, the SL is very much open for any to join in if they wish to do so. As noted, there are two other sisters, though one I think is already spoken for. So feel free to join in and play a part that one of the sisters has to interact with along the way to the present time period in Rhydin. Or let me know if you want to play a sister! )
Was it happenstance" No, it was fate.
Fate that had three young sisters, unequaled in their inquisitive nature, dig into a crate, unfettered by convention and order, to each snatch a piece of life. A plate perfectly broken into three equal pieces.
It was fate that had brought them to the window. Fate that had them each bring their special pieces together, fitting the sections back together in harmony. And in doing so, sealed their fate. A flash of dazzling light. The buzzing of a thousand voices lifted in song. Or had it been a warning"
Fate as each girl vanished from the bosom of home and hearth in that instant to be carried into their separate destinies, into strange lands. Separated by time, distance and reason.
It was fate that evening as well, as Gillian sat among the soft radiance of dozens of smoldering candles in an upstairs room above the cobblers store. Her fragment of the plate held up in the wavering light to be examined again. Just like the hundreds of thousands of times before, just like this very moment, when it had been examined before.
A plate, when whole, had depicted a scene of three other sisters; the daughters of Zeus and Themis, these three women - Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos - were the one's with the power to determine the outcome of the lives of all. Clotho wove the Cloth of Life. Lachesis measured the threads that made the cloth. And the thread of life was cut by Atropos. Each of these aspects of Fate had a hand in determining the outcome of any individual life. One could not escape the destiny that Fate holds for them.
Upon that fractured plate, Gillian possessed the sister known as Clotho, the spinner. The thread she seized trailing off to the jagged edge of the plate where it was broken off abruptly. The giver of life. Painted to perfection upon her slice of that platter.
From what she remembered of that fateful day twenty years back, Kathleen had held Lachesis, the sister that determined the length of that thread. And Atropos, who cuts the thread when the proper time has come for death, was in Charlene's custody. Each O?Halloran sister holding a part of life of another set of sisters. Each destined to be scattered across the heavens, until they could find their way back to the other and the plate rejoined again.
http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff193/GillianO/fates03.jpg
(As an aside to any interested, the SL is very much open for any to join in if they wish to do so. As noted, there are two other sisters, though one I think is already spoken for. So feel free to join in and play a part that one of the sisters has to interact with along the way to the present time period in Rhydin. Or let me know if you want to play a sister! )