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Spun.
Measured.
Cut.
Spun.
Measured.
Cut.
Spun.
Measured.
Cut.
"A half-blood of the eldest gods
shall reach sixteen against all odds.
And see the world in endless sleep,
the hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.
A single choice to end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze."
Spun.
Measured-
"I swear on the Styx not to sire any more half-bloods," Hades swears.
THUNDER BOOMS ACROSS A CLOUDLESS SKY, THE STYX IS FURIOUS-
"I swear on the Styx not to sire any more half-bloods," Poseidon swears.
LIGHTNING SPLITS THE SKY AND THE SEAS RISE LIKE A VENGEFUL TIDE-
"I swear on the Styx not to sire any more half-bloods," Zeus swears.
THE STYX FLOODS ITS BANKS THE GROUND SHAKES AND THE DEAD TREMBLE-
Seventy years of weaving and they have finally undone the snarl that results from having an unbreakable oath colliding with an unmoveable destiny.
Clotho spins.
Thalia Grace is born.
Perseus Jackson is born.
Nico and Bianca di Angelo are prepared to be released from their prison where they are frozen in time.
Lachesis measures.
Thalia becomes immortalized as a pine tree.
Hades undoes their machinations to free Nico and Bianca.
Perseus turns seven years old. Zeus discovers his existence and sends a storm-
Atropos cuts-
NO!
The sisters back away from the tapestry in horror.
They have miscalculated- they have not undone the snarl, they have made it worse and now it threatens to unravel the entire tapestry.
Chaos opens his maw.
He feels how weak the tapestry of Fate has become. It will soon fail, and then there will be nothing protecting the world from him.
He will annihilate.
He will consume.
He will devour.
NO!