could still see nothing outside the circle of light that surrounded them.
“I am a messenger of the Wyrd sisters, the sisters of destiny. You might know them by their Greek name, the Fates.”
“Right,” Lena said as she backed away from him. “Don’t try to impress me with myth and nonsense. It won’t work. I’m not gullible.” Not anymore.
She refused to attribute this to some sort of intervention by the gods. She wasn’t even sure she believed in a higher power, let alone a bunch of gods running about sticking their noses in everyone’s life for their amusement.
“Look, mister, I don’t know who you are, and I really don’t much care. Just take me back to the bridge and we’ll forget this happened.” She nervously licked her lips. “Really. I don’t have time to fill out police reports, so if you’ll just take me back, I’ll run on home and we can both go our separate ways.”
She didn’t mention that she wouldn’t report what happened, because if she told anyone, they would most likely lock her up in the loony bin. Who would believe the bridge disintegrated and turned into little more than little square pixels like a computer-generated program before she fell through it into darkness instead of the river?
Garrick pulled something from the inside of his leather vest and checked it. “The thread locator does not lie.” He showed it to her as though she could make sense of the kaleidoscope of colors swirling around its electronic face.
“It also doesn’t say anything,” she said with a snort. “Of course it can’t lie. It’s a piece of electronics, not a person. Only people lie.” Of that , Lena was most aware.
* * * *
“I don’t know about this one. She doesn’t seem grateful at all,” Urd said as she peered into the waters of the scrying cauldron. “Perhaps we should let the mistake lie and give her back her lonely life.” Urd mainly saw the present and usually didn’t see why the changes they made were so important until their actions brought about results.
One would think that she could understand the fact that they must bring about their changes or the world—no—worlds would suffer. Any uncorrected mistake on their part could bring about the unraveling of the fabric of time.
“Good idea, sister,” Verdandi replied with a frown. “She does not appear to care whether or not she could be happy elsewhere.” Verdandi saw the past and rarely appreciated why they did much of anything. To her, the past was the past and one should not change it.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to send her home.” Skuld said as she peered into the future. She moved her arms back and forth in a waving motion as she continued to weave the threads of fate in an effort to make things right in the continuum. “Her mate needs her. Whether we wish to help her is irrelevant. Not setting things right has far reaching consequences. This must be done.” Bringing her arms down, she stopped weaving for a moment and clapped her hands. The water in the cauldron vibrated, sending her message through the thread locator to Garrick. He would know what to do with the information.
“It does not matter what we want or what we think. The bottom line, sisters, is we need to make things right regardless of her gratitude.” Skuld paused until she had her sisters’ undivided attention. “I have seen the future, and it is not bright. Like it or not, the future of many worlds, many dimensions, relies on her happiness and the happiness of the others.”
Her sisters groaned. “There are always others.”
With a sigh, the three sisters went back to work, checking the cauldron now and then as they made sure they weaved the threads of destiny back into the right place.
Chapter Two
Artu stared out at the ocean. He stood at the railing, his hands resting lightly on the metal bar. He didn’t grip the rail. He knew better. With his strength, he could easily ruin another balcony and the gods
“I am a messenger of the Wyrd sisters, the sisters of destiny. You might know them by their Greek name, the Fates.”
“Right,” Lena said as she backed away from him. “Don’t try to impress me with myth and nonsense. It won’t work. I’m not gullible.” Not anymore.
She refused to attribute this to some sort of intervention by the gods. She wasn’t even sure she believed in a higher power, let alone a bunch of gods running about sticking their noses in everyone’s life for their amusement.
“Look, mister, I don’t know who you are, and I really don’t much care. Just take me back to the bridge and we’ll forget this happened.” She nervously licked her lips. “Really. I don’t have time to fill out police reports, so if you’ll just take me back, I’ll run on home and we can both go our separate ways.”
She didn’t mention that she wouldn’t report what happened, because if she told anyone, they would most likely lock her up in the loony bin. Who would believe the bridge disintegrated and turned into little more than little square pixels like a computer-generated program before she fell through it into darkness instead of the river?
Garrick pulled something from the inside of his leather vest and checked it. “The thread locator does not lie.” He showed it to her as though she could make sense of the kaleidoscope of colors swirling around its electronic face.
“It also doesn’t say anything,” she said with a snort. “Of course it can’t lie. It’s a piece of electronics, not a person. Only people lie.” Of that , Lena was most aware.
* * * *
“I don’t know about this one. She doesn’t seem grateful at all,” Urd said as she peered into the waters of the scrying cauldron. “Perhaps we should let the mistake lie and give her back her lonely life.” Urd mainly saw the present and usually didn’t see why the changes they made were so important until their actions brought about results.
One would think that she could understand the fact that they must bring about their changes or the world—no—worlds would suffer. Any uncorrected mistake on their part could bring about the unraveling of the fabric of time.
“Good idea, sister,” Verdandi replied with a frown. “She does not appear to care whether or not she could be happy elsewhere.” Verdandi saw the past and rarely appreciated why they did much of anything. To her, the past was the past and one should not change it.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to send her home.” Skuld said as she peered into the future. She moved her arms back and forth in a waving motion as she continued to weave the threads of fate in an effort to make things right in the continuum. “Her mate needs her. Whether we wish to help her is irrelevant. Not setting things right has far reaching consequences. This must be done.” Bringing her arms down, she stopped weaving for a moment and clapped her hands. The water in the cauldron vibrated, sending her message through the thread locator to Garrick. He would know what to do with the information.
“It does not matter what we want or what we think. The bottom line, sisters, is we need to make things right regardless of her gratitude.” Skuld paused until she had her sisters’ undivided attention. “I have seen the future, and it is not bright. Like it or not, the future of many worlds, many dimensions, relies on her happiness and the happiness of the others.”
Her sisters groaned. “There are always others.”
With a sigh, the three sisters went back to work, checking the cauldron now and then as they made sure they weaved the threads of destiny back into the right place.
Chapter Two
Artu stared out at the ocean. He stood at the railing, his hands resting lightly on the metal bar. He didn’t grip the rail. He knew better. With his strength, he could easily ruin another balcony and the gods
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