Moirae

The cold air swept around me, swirling to the rhythmic beat of the human hearts. The soft flakes, floated in the air catching on to anything and everything. The street buried under the blanket of snow. Beauty as we know it. Simple, natural beauty. Nothing but nature running its course, things happening because they should and not because an individual made them to be. Untouched and untainted by the humans. 1

Everything had already been touched by humans; cruel, malevolent creatures that were put on this Earth for purposes, benevolent purposes. But yet, they had searched to rebel. Obliterating the cosmic balance. How could we have done this? I was apart of it. The Earth was supposed to have been a haven, a place of serenity. A heaven in itself, but look at what they have done.2

They have tarnished our reputation, made us out to be these powerful Gods, then split us in to several deities. There is only one and now there are many. The world as we know it, was never like this. It was ruled by the almighty Gods, who had much more sense. Zeus, was not the dog he is now mocked to be. He was and is the ruler of the Olympians. I was and am Fate. 3

But things have changed since. 4

The humans have turned, overruling my authority. Taking away from me, what I was initially born for. My birth right. How I wish to punish them, tell them that these massacres, brutal deaths, splitting of humanity, even the basics are warranted by me. That they have no right, to change their DNA. They were brought to calm and quell the Earth. Not to annihilate it.5

1940, the world is surely coming to an end. I am conflicted, I can’t understand, how they are all thinking. But most of all, I do not understand, how this one man thinks. The one animal who is going to bring about the destruction of thousands of innocent lives, lives that I had predicted, lives that I had put on this planet. How I would have liked to simply pull at his string, and vanquish that one evil. But I am restrained, bound my own laws. You might argue, that I am Fate, I am the very one that decides. How in the bloody hell can I be restrained? 6

In order for things to work, in order for the Earths, let’s say Yin Yang to remain intact, I must let things work for themselves. I can not alter it. That is for you to do. After all, these fates are yours and not mine, I merely predict them, start them off. But the rest relies on you, your judgement. Hell, if only I could change that, I’d be able to save those children, the families, the humanity. So much is lost and very little is procured.7

Instead I am made to watch and suffer along with you. I can not comprehend, what or how the devils mind works, but I don’t think even the devil was born with such spite. It amazes me how some humans can change. I watched this child. I watched him grow, become a man , though his fate was tough, so are many other fates I have written. Blame me all you want, but this was not how it was meant to be. Too many lives were sacrificed. But maybe, it will allow the humans, to understand the extent of their powers. How even the Gods will not help them when they have surrendered to their monsters. Let it be a lesson; that humanity is a surreal experience, one can take it as a gift and try to share it and enjoy it all the more. Or become the cold hearted assassins, out for nothing but vengeance, that not every one is supposed to pay the debt for.8

I am forbidden to reveal the future, but as I watch things occurring they change my mind. I change the destinies. You never really know which is good and which is the one you ought to avoid. 9

I am constantly keeping you on your toes, you hate me at times. But at times I am your best friend, companion. The one that allows you to believe in the muse; hope. I simply am, and nothing more. Not like Death, I can feel, I understand your reasons, although I am confused by them at times. It all works, eventually. You kind of do the same for me. I just plead you that, you take caution with you actions. They are not to be taken lightly, it hurts me every time I am forced to write an unfortunate event. So please don’t make me.
Yours beloved
Fate.10