It was freezing cold and windy on a late autumn night while three immortal sisters were walking about in a dark and mystical cave located upon a plateau near the Mediterranean Sea. They only laughed and snickered to what they did best; controlling the lives of those who lived. They could cut life short with a snip at a thread and plan wars hundreds of years ahead. And as they lived in their cave, making trips to mortals and immortals alike they always found it interesting whenever some tried to come after them and change their destiny in life. For that a person cannot change what the three sisters have woven in the Tapestry of Fate. They will only receive consequence by all three. So on this night, there was a couple, who loved each other very much, but the Fates always knew that this day would come. Now breaking out of routine of weaving newborns lives and ending others they act in the present for the future consequence to come true.

“Sisters! We are going to have a visitor… in the near future… I can see it… He wants to change his life,” Clotho croaked in her withered old voice, holding the Tapestry of Fate. Lachesis walked over laughing, she took the eye that all three shared and popped it in.

“Well, either he or his wife is going to have to die then… It will be a punishment for messing with what they are destined to become. They have to live life as it comes… Just like everyone else… I guess you’re going to have to do some reweaving on either the male or female’s part then, Clotho. We can’t put that off any longer,” she chuckled knowing that the couple’s lives would now be ruined. “Atropos…”

“Yes, I know… I have to do one killing sooner then usual,” she smiled as she sharpened the scissors that cut the string of life. “We should kill off the male… he’s the one that’s coming… saves us a trip…”

Lachesis, who still had the eye, took it out and gave it to Atropos. “Do you see more pleasure in his death or hers?”

“His of course.”

“Then it’s done,” Lachesis smiled. “Clotho, you may reweave. He will die by the Furies tonight.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” he smiled at his wife. She nodded back. She gave him his heavy sweater made out of wool. “Listen Daphne… I know there are stories… You know, of people dieing after messing with the Fates… but if I just get to them somehow… someway… make them listen… I can just fix the Tapestry and we can have a bit more money and a home for the winter that’s to come….”

“Luke, I don’t know. We could find anyone to stay with-”

“We can’t, my brother is dead, and your parents are too. We are soon to be out of a home… and we can barely support ourselves… The Gods aren’t helping… poverty is everywhere,” Luke got up from the fire in their small home. Daphne stood up to follow, unsure of what they should do.

“I just don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you. We can make it through this,” her blue eyes glistened as they looked into his.

“We can’t Daphne! We just can’t! Don’t you see? We’re in a shit hole! We have to do something. My life can’t be weaved into having nothing!” he put his hands into his rugged hair.

“But you don’t even know where to go to find the Fates! Nobody does… I mean people only find them by just randomly wandering and then…”

“And then spirits of the past help them through…” he completed the sentence. “So, I’m going to the forest. Spirits always linger there at night. And you are staying here… I know how much you want to come… But you need to protect what we have left…” She nodded and they embraced each other before he bid farewell.

Luke approached the woods; his dark eyes were intense as he looked around. As he walked further in he saw there were white spirits walking around everywhere. He felt he was walking among those who didn’t have the money to pay to cross the River Styx. They were the souls who weren’t judged by Hades but only to be lost on Earth forever. He didn’t know what to say, or whom to ask to take him to the Fates… for they seemed lost in their own worlds… Then a group of green eyed men and women spirits walked forth and stared at him for a moment. Blowing off the brief feeling of nervousness he stood his ground. Luke breathed in and spoke.

“Take me to the realm of the Fates. I know you know how to get there. And I demand you take me there now!” Luke’s eyes were locked on the transparent forms, and saw that they were now looking at his feet. His eyes flickered to the ground where a white face formed and rose up to a body. Its eyes were green and within a moment the white figure took shape of a young woman. The air turned foggy and the spirit’s mouth opened to speak in a cold velvety voice.

“If you seek the realm of the Fates, be warned that your destiny will change once you say yes to come along with me… For not living the life meant for you, you will suffer consequences… I suggest you leave and get through troubles on your own terms… For life could turn out for the better…” The spirit’s voice sent anxiousness through the air but Luke just nodded and kept his mindset straight.

“I don’t care, take me there!”

The spirit made fluid movements and made a black vortex in the space between them and went through, Luke walked in after and the vortex closed.

In a matter of seconds they were in a dark red tunnel with an even brighter reddish blue light near the end of the walkway, and the spirit that was leading turned to look at him only to disappear with a vacant - careless - expression. Luke shook it off and made his way to the end. Once he approached he saw he was in a cave with the three Fates all of whom were holding the one eye which was looking at him.

“I’ve come here to-”

“We know!” they said simultaneously and laughed. And the Furies which were on the ceiling of the cave laughed also. They were ready to attack on command.

“But please… let me explain,” Luke felt inferior and scared to death with in a matter of seconds. His eyes gave a look of desperation as he opened his mouth to say more only to have it shut by Clotho’s interruption.

“That you don’t know why you are suffering in this world and your lovely little house wife is with you? And you are wondering that if you found a spirit to lead you here you could somehow convince us to reweave your fate to make your life better?” Clotho snarled. She held up the Tapestry. “Well my dear Luke… I’m sorry. But that isn’t in your stars… anymore.”

Then Atropos shot at him, “You shouldn’t have come here, for desperation shouldn’t lead you to go this far… There are plenty of others suffering but they wouldn’t dare cross us!” The cave turned pitch black and Luke fell to his knees. He couldn’t control his body or mind at this point.

The only thing he could manage to get out was, “Daphne…” And the sisters laughed at the fact that a mere mortal tried to change his fate and ignored all warnings. They sent down the Furies who took out Luke’s eyes and scraped out his internal organs and enjoyed hearing his screams and moans. When his body was shredded into pieces and he was unconsciously drowning in his own pool of blood they ended his suffering by Atropos spreading his thread of life long and cutting it in half by a simple snip by her freshly sharpened scissors.