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In the twisting dark between worlds THEY searched, their dark cloaks billowed as they fleeted across worlds.
Many were desolate, ruined places, or were burned to crisps, or fractured apart, or filled with never-ending storms, or made up of radioactive wastelands, or simply non-existent.
These worlds THEY quickly left, as they did not contain what THEY were searching for.
Finally, as THEY moved on from a world encased in earth, THEY noticed it. Though cold, it was not in ruins, and as THEY peered inside THEY noticed this world was quite different from THEIR own. Gone was the sprawling wilderness and brightness of the stars, instead, what lied before THEM were great structures of stone, the lights emanating from these structures as well as the ground replacing the light of the stars.
THEY were soon about to move on from this world before THEY caught a scent, faint as it was, but it was there.
Hopeful but wary, THEY moved.
Away from the stone structures and towards a forest, not as wild or sprawling as their own, but still there.
The scent was getting stronger.
THEY had found it, the place was strange, with a large building of a strange style situated afar from twelve smaller buildings, as well as others scattered about, a barrier was there yes, but it was weaker than THEY thought it should be for what it may contain. THEY shook it off, surely there was deeper protection than they could see.
There was not, THEIR presence would not even be noticed until the light shone again.
THEY approached one of the smaller buildings, it had a strange scent, mingled with various animals and places, but the main scent was that of twirling snakes, lies, rams, hawks, and the rooster.
As THEY entered, THEY saw them.
GODLINGS
The very thing THEY had been searching for, to fix THEIR struggling loom and tapestry.
THEY wanted to take them all, but first it peered into each soul, and what it found disgusted THEM.
These precious miracles were scarred, and not just from threats they would naturally face, no, these miracles had scars from THE GODS.
Their strings were battered and worn from hardship, few even contained a scent claim, HOW HORRENDOUS.
THEY wished to take them all, but THEY knew THEY could not, lest THEY lose access to more.
THEY would limit THEMSELVES.
Looking about this cabin, they saw two little miracles curled up against each other, they looked like twins, but one was younger than the other, their natural scent of trickery and snakes announced them as sons of Hermes.
They hardly had any kind of claim on them, their scent barren besides that of other miracles.
THEY took THEM first, but not before making certain changes, THEY made the two younger, traded certain traits for others. THEY did this to make the process easier, THEY could not take the scars sadly, those would stay, but with the love their new family would give them, they would hardly gain any more.
Grabbing hold of their essence, THEY spun the two twins into strings that they may weave. The two strings twined together, their pale orange strings would do well in their tapestry.
THEY moved on to another building, this building smelled of freshly pressed grapes, leopards and of madness and revelry, Dionysius.
Inside was a single sleeping miracle, looking at their scent, they had a stronger claim than the miracles in the other cabin, but it was far weaker than it should be. Before THEY could spin them into a string THEY noticed something, the miracle was a twin like the others, but they did not have their other half.
THEY would rectify that, THEY had a feeling that the miracles other half was still in the underworld, how the Gods could have let that happen enraged THEM, so as THEY took the rich purple string into their basket, THEY vowed to go to the underworld to find more miracles, as if one was there, there would surely be more.
THEY moved on to another cabin, skipping a few. This one smelled of sunlight and song, swans and wolves, Apollo.
As THEY moved inside THEY saw two figures sleeping against each other, but the miracles did not both smell of the sun, one smelled of the deep underground, of bones and death and hounds. This little one was a son of Hades.
THEY could not bring THEMSELVES to separate them, just as the others, THEY spun both together, making their changes, the poor dears had been through so much, but they would get all they deserved in their new home. Their strings of bright yellow and deep ochre would make fine additions to the tapestry.
THEY moved towards a cabin that smelled of owls, olives and wisdom, Athena.
Inside the cabin were several miracles, but not as many as were in the Hermes or Apollo cabin. THEY searched looking about the cabin, and a miracle caught THEIR eye. The little one had shining golden golden hair and a streak of grey within. The miracle had scars of twirling clouds on their back, only one such being could cause that. How DARE the Gods allow such a burden to be placed upon their shoulders.
THEY quickly spun the miracle into a Grey thread, made their changes and THEY moved on to another cabin.
This cabin had barbs of wire littered across the roof and a great boar head placed at its mantle. It smelled of war and vultures, of boars and spears, Ares.
Inside the cabin were about as many miracles as the previous. THEY decided THEY would also only take one from here.
Looking around THEY saw a strong miracle, fit for a child of Ares, with many scars to prove their strength. This one would do well in their new home.
Spinning them into thread, a beautiful bloody red manifested, Ares would love this daughter of his.
Skipping another cabin, THEY moved to one that smelled of horses, of the sea and storms, and of the earth shaking, Poseidon.
Inside a little miracle waited, he was littered with scars, and had a Grey streak in his hair as well, with the same scars the Athena child had upon their back. Though THEY smelled more of a claim upon them than the others, it still was far less than it should be. Looking closer at the miracles essence though, THEY saw gold in their thread, the Godling would ASSEND. These Gods were undeserving of these miracles, let alone a new god. No, they would not have them, they were THEIRS. They spun the little miracle as they had the others, and added the Sea-green thread to their basket.
Sensing no more miracles to search from what THEY had already passed, THEY decided to seek through the world for others, eventually THEY found the fangs of Artemis, and one caught their attention, a daughter of the storm king Zeus. Yes, THEY would take them as well before THEY journeyed to the underworld for more. Spinning their string into a stormy blue, they continued on.
In a camp of Romans, THEY only took the brother of Zeus’ daughter, as THEY did not wish to alert the Gods anymore than THEY already did. Spinning their thread, THEY then descended into the underworld.
The underworld was repulsive. Filled with litter and pollution, it seemed that the underworlds’ king was inattentive, but after what THEY had seen of how the Gods treated the miracles, it no longer surprised THEM.
THEY could not sense any souls outside of the joke this world called Elysium, so THEY entered.
As THEY were walking along the banks of the river, THEY encountered another son of Hermes. Though ghostly, he had pale blonde hair and electric blue eyes.
Stopping by him, THEY noticed the miracle had great guilt written upon his face. Sitting down next to him, THEY spoke aloud.
“What brings you such guilt little one? Are you not in the resting place of Heroes? What could trouble you so?” THEY asked, looking down at their figure.
“I made terrible decisions while I was alive, but the fates claimed me a hero according to their damned prophecy. Now I'm here, surrounded by people who DO deserve to be here.” He spoke, still looking down at the river.
“I don't know If I have it in me to reincarnate, what if I am born as a demigod again, then I could hurt even more people. I just wish to be born mortal, maybe go to Asphodel.” He sighed.
THEY looked down at him, and saw how the fates of this world had treated him. It brought THEM great disgust, how could THEIR counterparts be so cruel? He would do well in his new home however, and His new father would adore him far more than his current one.
“Would you like to have a life with no pain or strife, with a parent who adores you so, and where you will not be plagued with a terrible fate?” THEY asked, hopeful.
“Yeah, I wish, but the fates probably won't let me, they'll probably put me through similar things again” He replied.
“I can promise that you won't.” THEY said.
“How can you be so sure?” He asked, sadness written on his face.
“Because I will ensure it.” THEY replied, taking hold of his essence and turning him into another string for THEIR basket. THEY would make sure all of the little miracles would live without the strife they knew in this world.
Moving on in Elysium, THEY searched for the missing purple string, eventually they found them, they were younger than their brother, likely from the years that had passed since their death. It did not matter to THEM, they would be together again, and the same age. Approaching the miracle, they added another purple string to their basket.
All of these little miracles would be adored by their parents, they would know no more strife or hardship, and would be able to grow again.
THEY took their scissors and snipped away from the ungrateful world, and entered their original. The Fates of that wretched world would likely notice, but there was nothing they would be able to do, they did not have THEIR ability. They were cruel and undeserving, THEIR talk with the godling only confirmed that.
Looking down upon THEIR basket, they decided it better to scatter the strings about, as some had connections with others that would cause strife.
Taking both pairs and the daughter of Ares, THEY placed them in an open field, so that they could quickly be found.
THEY then gathered the Daughter of Athena, the sons of Apollo and Hades, and the children of Zeus. THEY took their strings and brought them to a hill near a city, so they could easily gather resources needed to contact their parents.
Taking the string of the one THEY had spoken to, THEY brought their string to the forest near their father, as THEY could feel this one was more independent than the others.
Finally, glancing down at the Sea-green string threaded with gold, THEY took it into a different forest, near a lake where they could seek help to find their father.
Now with an empty basket, THEY were content to begin weaving these strings into the tapestry. THEY would not tell the Gods of what they had done, as they would soon find their gifts, and THEY wished it to be a surprise.
THEY thought excitedly of what the little ones would do.