How To Be A Queen (Myths Finding Love #1)

Prologue

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PROLOGUE:

The three Fates sat in front of the vast loom before them and admired the grand tapestry of life.

The lives of mortals and gods were represented by several multi-colored threads that made up different patterns woven into one endless tapestry. The threads of those who still lived were connected to a spool until the day that it would be cut by the scissors of Death, one of the instruments of the fates.

The three sisters ran their fingers through the selection of beautiful threads. Mortal threads were composed of a paler color while threads that belonged to gods were more vibrant. Clotho held a spool of glittering black thread in her hand and studied it curiously. It was a thread made of the highest quality. It could not be cut by the ordinary scissors of Death for this one belonged to an immortal.

Clotho's sister, Atropos, looked up and glanced at the weave of the Gods. The tapestry of the immortals' lives and destinies were separated from that of the mortals but everything was still connected in some way. Instead of the gods' threads being placed on the walls, it was placed on the ceiling because the threads glowed brightly and served as illumination for the loom of the fates and for the entire room.

The threads of the Gods' lives dangled from the ceiling and trailed down the floor. The tapestry of the Gods didn't need much help from the Fates for several of them were already free to map out their own destinies. Besides, they lived forever and their destinies need not be rushed like those of mortals who were only in this world for but a fleeting moment.

Still, there were many of the gods who still needed the Fates' design and their hand to aid them in weaving their destinies. Clotho and her sisters looked at the thread she was holding and wondered what kind of destiny they should weave for it.

"Sisters, maybe it's time that this thread is intertwined with another," she said. Lachesis and Atropos nodded. The owner of this thread has been alone since the dawn of time and it was time to grant him his one desire—a love that will consume him for the rest of eternity.

Atropos looked for a thread which would match and complement the black spool in Clotho's fingers. They glanced at all the threads that belonged to the gods and ran their fingers over the pattern. None gave the black thread the resonance they were looking for.

They searched for hours but still came up with nothing.

The three old women sighed at that. Silence reigned for a long while as the sisters pondered what to do. Suddenly, an idea crossed all three minds at the same time.

The air became charged with their excitement as they started to work by threading the glittering black thread into the hooks. They smiled as a particular pattern of destiny came into their minds.