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Lovely tale. Enjoyed following along, and you've given a lot of room for the readers to imagine just what all those surprises and changes will be. -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison didn't hesitate; she went out to check on her mom and hugged her, asking, "How are you, Mom?" Camilla hugged her back and said, "I'm fine; I didn't get hurt. And your friend?" Maddison hugged Emilly too, saying, "It's okay, friend—it was just a scare." Emilly hugged her back. Maddison then turned her attention to the adults, noticing how frightened Ada was as she asked Camilla, "Are you okay, Camilla? You didn't get hurt, did you? And is Maddison okay?" Ada had finished the activity and wanted to know if any of the parents had seen the teenagers. -
I had a feeling that she would take Lydia somewhere that had no clue what an adult human looked like and was open to the All Mother's way of life. I'm not necessarily surprised but I am a bit disappointed that there's virtually no chance for any humiliation in this city. Even a diaper change on a bench won't be that bad for Lydia. XD Oh, one thing I think most people might've missed but the seamstress mentioned Aggie needing another resizing. This implies that either Agatha was the All Mother's baby for a long enough time that she put on weight and needed to have her clothing altered or... that the All Mother pops in on occasion and actually takes Aggie home for a bit of babying now and then. Now, while the latter idea sounds amazing, I'm not too sure about my hypothesis since Agatha was training Lydia for, if I had to guess, a number of years. I think Lydia would've noticed if her mentor took off for a week or a month. XD Regardless, I think Lydia hasn't truly appreciated just how long she'll be in diapers... -
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When it was said that they were going to visit the three Fates, that’s exactly what I’d hoped would happen. Of course they know. They know everything. I love that chapter. -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 5: Fate Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 4 - Depression – LittleFallenPrincess “Why won’t you let me meet my grandfather?” Persephone asked, as I stepped out of the prison gates. “Because.” “That’s not an answer, my love.” I sighed, knowing she was right. “He’s a dick. And he gets under your skin. So I limit contact to just me and my brothers. The less people who interact with him, the better.” “Fine. But what happened? Did you two talk?” “We did. And it appears something is going on that is a lot bigger than we originally thought. Apparently it's something Zeus knows about.” “Then we talk to my father…” “Actually… Cronus told me to talk to Death.” Persephone looked equal parts confused and excited. “Oooooh yay! I love them. It’s been so long since we’ve seen them, they’re always so busy and they never have any souls to bring here anymore, so we don’t see them much. But… why them?” “They know about a ‘list’.” “What list?” “No idea. Though it sounds like an ingredients list for something, most likely a spell. My father was being too cryptic and clearly didn’t want to divulge too much. So we need to find out more from Death. Oh, and we also have to protect the three remaining untouched rivers. So please, Persephone… go talk to Charon and ask if we can get all hands on deck to keep an eye out for anyone… or anything… that shouldn’t be there.” “What are you going to do in the meantime?” “Prepare the ritual to summon Death. It’s been a while, I’ll need to look up the spell again and gather the ingredients.” “Okay, baby girl. Just don’t summon them until I’m home, okay? I want to catch up with them too,” she said. So I smiled up at my wife, before standing up on my tiptoes, planting a small kiss on her cheek. “I love you too, little princess,” she whispered, making me blush. “Right, go ahead then, I won’t be long.” After I had drawn the pentagram sigil on the floor, complete with all the correct runes needed to summon one of my oldest friends… I grabbed the items needed to complete the spell and placed them at each point in the pentagram, on the outskirts of the sigil. I really needed to get me one of those ‘mobile phones’ Zeus has been talking about non-stop. Apparently you can communicate, even across realms. Amazing human invention, but I don’t get a chance to go to the mortal realm often, especially not for stuff like shopping. No, instead I have to summon my friends here when I need to talk to them. And just as I was lighting the last candle in the setup, the door opened, nearly blowing the candles out. “Careful!” “Sorry baby. I’ve told Charon and the furies to keep an eye out on everyone. Are you ready to summon our friend?” “Yup. Let’s get it started.” Persephone wandered over to me, holding my small hand. Because no, I’m not wearing my armour, I don’t need it. Death knows me. Death knows everyone. But I did at least put my smartest business suit on… and I’m no longer padded. …At least not thickly padded. I’m wearing a pullup. I still can’t believe we can get all this adult baby stuff from the mortal realm, but not a damn phone. But then I guess we didn’t really need one until now, we’re not exactly a social couple outside of family events on Olympus. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled heavily, then began chanting the words needed to activate the spell. This went on for a good minute or so, with me reciting the lines perfectly. …But nothing happened. “Did you mess up the words?” Persephone asked, confused. Just as confused as I was right now. “Nope. I never mess up the words of a spell. This… something is up. Either with the magic used to contact Death, or…” Persephone looked at me, rolling her eyes as she knew she was about to say something I didn’t want to hear. “We need to talk to the Moirai then.” “The three fates? Oh but Muummmmmmyyyyyy! I hate talking to them.” “I know you do. It’s been forever since you last talked to them. Not since…” “Shush.” She crossed her arms and stared at me. And her stern domme face told me, without a doubt… that I had fucked up. Badly. “Did you just tell your Mummy to shush?” I stood there, wide-eyed, staring at my wife, knowing my backside was going to pay for that one single word I accidentally uttered. “...No?” “Well we’ll sort out your manners when we aren’t in a bit of a crisis. For now, get your armour back on, we’re going to visit the fates.” Arriving at a small shack in the middle of a void, I felt an unease in my tummy. And no, I didn’t ‘need to go poopy’ as Persephone usually says. No, it was my feeling of dread of having to see these three crones again. It had been way too long, and even then that was not long enough. I would much rather be doing literally anything than have to talk to them… but something was up. Water was going missing from the rivers of the underworld, Death wasn’t contactable for some reason, and apparently there are secrets being kept in my own family that I was not even aware of. So I knew that despite my feelings about them, we needed to see them. So, if you don’t know the fates, the crones, the Moirai… they are three goddesses - Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The Spinner, the Allotter and the Inevitable. They exist to ensure that every being, no matter whether they be mortal or divine… live out their predetermined lifespan, as set out by the universe. Everyone has their lifespan, which to the fates is seen as a single thread. Even me, the Greek god of death, has a thread. At one point in the future, I will die just like every other living being. Have I asked the fates when this will be? Are you fucking stupid… of course I’ve not! I don’t want to know when I will die! And anyone who says they do is an idiot. And it's not like the sisters will just tell anyone when they are destined to die, they keep everyone’s fates a secret. And there’s no forcing them either… a minor god once tried to do that and he quickly regretted it. The sisters aren’t Greek gods like me and my family. They appear within all the stories told about our pantheon, sure, but they span all cultures and religions, but under different names. It's just that some decide to shut their eyes and ears and pretend they don’t exist. So the sisters, like my friend Death, are neutral. And speaking of Death… they are the only one without a thread. You can’t kill the literal personification of Death. Death is a part of existence. Even when the universe implodes, when every living being in existence is long gone… Death will still be around. Though what will happen to all the other realms, like the underworld, the fae realms, Heaven, Hell, and all the rest… no one knows. No one knows what will happen to the countless souls in all the various underworlds and wandering about in the mortal realm at that point. But no matter what… Death will still be around. “Come in…” a voice called out as I was about to knock on the rickety wooden door of the shack. “I hate seers. Can’t even organise a surprise birthday party for them…” I mumbled to my wife. Thankfully, she found that funny and giggled a bit, as I opened the door. But as I pulled open the door, I felt a force pulling me. A force I had never felt before. And I quickly became terrified when I was yanked out of my armour, just phasing through it, flying through the air… …Until I was sat on Clotho’s lap… in a onesie and a nappy. “I… I…” “Look at how cute he is!” Atropos giggled. “Though I still say he looks better in pigtails…” I looked at my outfit, then at the sisters, then at the doorway, which is where my armour stood, lifeless… and my wife squeezed past it so she could enter. The sisters looked no different to the last time I saw them. Slightly older women (though not as old in appearance as the stories make them out to be, think like… 50 human years), with greying hair, black robes, and all still quite beautiful. They’re often depicted as old hags in stories and myths… I think one even merged them with the Graeae, giving them just one eye, but no, they have all their eyes. Though despite that… It is still one of my favourite animated movies. Yes, I’m biased, because in that I’m depicted as pretty smooth but also hot-tempered and… basically the complete opposite of me. “I guess they see everything…” Persephone said, giggling. “I CAN SEE THAT! HELP!” I yelled at my wife. “Ah ah ah… little Hades…” Clotho said, sternly. “You always looked adorable and we just couldn’t miss this opportunity.” “THIS ISN’T FAIR!” “I want her on my lap next. Though I think I’ll have her in that cute dress she loves to wear…” Lachesis said. “Why wait until now?” Persephone asked. “Because. This little brat hasn’t visited us in a long, long, long time. Not since before you two came to realise this whole dynamic about yourself. And after today… you won’t visit for a long, long, long time.” “We won’t?” “Nope. What is coming will change everything.” “What is coming, exactly?” I asked. Clotho quickly silenced me with my dummy, smiling down at me like a grown up looks down at a silly little baby. Because right now I am basically just a silly little baby… “You know better than to ask that, Hades,” Clotho replied. “You know we can’t tell you that. But we do know what you have come to ask, and yes, Death is a little preoccupied right now. But that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to help you. Or that we can’t help you. We just have to be a bit more… careful.” I grabbed onto the dummy and pulled it out so I could speak clearly. “Okay… so what can you tell me about this list?” “The list will affect everything. The list was written a long, long time ago.” “By who?” “By the gods. And Death.” “What is the list?” “As you correctly guessed, it is a list of ingredients. And yes, the waters of the rivers of the underworld are one of them. One jug from each river. I trust you’ve sent your subjects to protect the remaining rivers?” “Yes. So what is this list for? Is it a spell?” “Yes,” Atropos replied. “And what is this spell? What does it do?” “That… we can’t tell you.” “Why not?” “Because you must learn this from Death at a later date.” “Why- Oh, wait… lemme guess… fate?” “Exactly.” I sighed, despite knowing this was the answer I was going to get. And normally, a person’s fate is malleable, it can be changed depending on choices made. But not big ones like this. Some fates can’t be avoided. But hey, at least they confirmed that it was a spell of some sorts. Now the question is… what else is on the list? Because if I can find that out… I can try to figure out what kind of spell it is. I… I could ask my brother… but the fates have determined that I will find this out from Death. Which means if I go ask my brother, I will be trying to bypass my fate… which never ends well. I knew better than that. So I will just have to return to the palace and keep trying the summoning spell until I can get in touch with Death. “So I’ll go try Death again…” I said, squirming my way out of Clotho’s grasp… or at least trying to. “What’s the rush, little one? Death is still busy, so why don’t you stay here and let us play with you for a while?” Lachesis laughed. I looked up at Persephone, pleading to her to save me, using my puppy eyes rather than my words… “I think that’s a fantastic idea,” she said, grinning at me. “He could really do with some loving Aunties looking after him… reminding him of his place…” ===================================================== Progress on Witch in Training 2 is going well. About half way through writing the story now. It's gonna be something special, I just hope people like it. After that... I've got like 29 other ideas I want to write so we'll see what I pick at some point in the future. 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