Percy Jackson || The Curse Of Kronos

Epilogue

       This last chapter is dedicated to my very close friend. I can't believe I'm about to finish this book!  
This is for you Fancy_silence !

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Percy opened his eyes to find himself in a familiar cave. He looked around the musky cave with droplets of water dripping from the ceiling. In the center were three old women spinning yarn and forming a mural.

Percy got up and noticed he was wearing his old clothes of a plain orange t-shirt and jeans. He looked at the sisters of fate and bowed, "my ladies."

"Why do you bow?"one asked.

"When you are beyond us?" another asked.

"Far beyond us," the third said.

Percy rose, "I may have gotten powerful, but I am sure I am not stronger than you three."

"Not power wise," one said.

"But beyond us." Two

"Beyond our control." Three

"Defining our wishes again and again," One.

"Always belittling us with your choice" Two.

"And never caring about the consequences," Three.

"I-I didn't mean to-" Percy began.

"-It doesn't matter if you did mean to or not," One.

"What's done is done," Two.

"Look what you have done to our mural," Three.

Percy looked and saw the beautiful tapestry slowly turn into something clouded and in the end looked like a giant ball of yarn just tangled together in a big mess. But going all around it was a single green yarn thread. The thread bound the mess of the tapestry up completely destroying it.

"Is that me?" Percy asked pointing at the green thread.

"Yes, it is Perseus." One

"Gave us quite the scare when it jumped out of our hands." Two

"And moved all on it's own." Three

"But that's impo-"

"Impossible?" One

"Yes something that you have done," Two

"Over and over again." Three.

"I never, I never thought that something like this would happen. You are the Fates, capital 'F'! How could anything go out your control?" Percy said.

"By taking your fate into your own hands,"One.

"You took it out of ours," Two.

"And look at the mess you have made," Three.

"But if I had not than Kronos would have won!" Percy protested.

"No," One.

"Your death would have inspired the Olympians to defeat Kronos and Typhon," Two.

"And set about an age where men and gods worked side by side," Three.

"A master plan thousands of years in the making," One.

"Centuries of work knitting," Two.

"Destroyed in a few decades time," Three.

"I-I didn't know," Percy said stammering. His voice weak, his body transformed to before he had begun his journey, "how can I fix this?"