Grand Witch POV (Clotho) -
We all have predestined fates; a cycle of events none of us can change. Even the gods are held responsible to this law to some extent; the string of fate. I leaned over the white marble edge looking into the deep clear blue pond. The glowing moonless black ebony strings, disappearing and appearing one after another as ones life begins and ends.
I brushed my thin dull wavy white hair behind my ear and shoulders. Tapping the top of the water with my middle fingertip grazing ever so gently on one of the strings; The string let me peer into the life of an elderly dragon mans life as it comes to an end by his own step son's blade. The silver blade reflecting the man's bronze wrinkled skin, gray long hair that fell to his hips, and eye's as gold and brillia
