Three seemingly young women stood in front of a table that seemed to go on forever in both directions. On the table lay an endless amount of golden colored strings. To one side the strings were cut to the other they were whole. Each string represented the destiny of a single human being, woven by Clotho, measured by Lachesis, and eventually cut by the eldest sister Aisa. These three entities had existed long before any of the gods. They were known as the three fates.

Clotho examined the string with interest. At a glance it looked just like any of the other lives she had spun although it was significantly shorter than most. "Let's not cut this one yet Aisa" she said almost pleadingly to her sister. "This ones special. I can feel it!" "You're always saying things like that Clotho" her sister replied with stubborn indignation. "And I have never once caved in to your requests. He'll be happier in the underworld anyway, humans always are." Clotho knew her sister was right. Ever since Hades had reformed the Underworld and expanded the Isles of the Blessed it had became a veritable paradise for all but the most vile of human souls. Though the land beyond the isles was still an unknown.

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"Stop wasting time and let me cut the string" Aisa continued. "Time doesn't really apply to us though" Lachesis interrupted. "And it's not like we have anywhere to be." "Don't take her side!" Aisa said angrily. She pushed Clotho away and quickly cut the string. "There. Now we can move on." Aisa said with forced calmness as she moved to the next string. "Don't cut that that one Aisa!" Clotho cried, restarting the cycle once again. Aisa was about to shout at her when Lachesis interrupted once more. "Aisa that string you just cut might have been special after all." Aisa and Clotho turned just in time to see the string emit a bright golden light and weave itself back together. "Told you so" Clotho said, not taking her eyes off of the now golden thread.