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The Fountain of the Fates “Harmonize in me, Calliope, and through me recite the tale of that fair maiden named after you and blessed by your sisters and the Graces. She wandered through the Cave of Lakes in search of the Fountain of the Fates to save the man she loved. This adventure, Muse, daughter of Zeus, tell us once more. Begin where her quest was almost complete, after she had outsmarted the Sphinx and conquered the Griffin and Centaur, when she stood before the Fates and her destiny had only just begun.” Many weeks had passed since Calliope’s journey had begun. The warm hued leaves had withered and fallen as Demeter grieved over her daughter turning the world into an icy tundra. Through formidable obstacles she had prevailed though she was tired and weak. Pale and shivering, she now stood before the Fates. Amused smiles twisted upon the Immortals’ faces as they eyed this tattered child and useless creature, for that is all they could assume they were. They looked at her, expectantly waiting for begging wails for mercy, but Calliope stood silent with her chin held high waiting for them to speak. Pegasus fluttered his powerful wings, impatient with hunger and thirst. He nudged Calliope, unaware of the peril in upsetting these powerful sisters. Calliope held her breath in fear, fingering the tiny glass vial tied around her left wrist. She focused on the glittering fountain behind the three Immortals, deliberately refusing to make eye contact with Clotho, Lachesis, or Atropos. The whiskers of Pegasus’ muzzle tickled her cheek while his hot breath warmed her neck. She was thankful to have the powerful creature at her side. The silence was almost deafening as the Fates took in every inch of the odd pair. Calliope’s eyes wandered around the cavern. Its walls were twisted in eerie patterns gracefully swirling up into enormous stalactites. Puddles glistened under each of these fascinating forms, slowly expanding into miniature ponds with each drop of its silvery tears. Clotho glanced cautiously at her sisters, nodding ever so slightly. Lachesis slowly stepped forward, creating an echoing tap ringing throughout the caverns. Both Pegasus and Calliope snapped to attention. Lachesis’ eyes hardened as she began to speak. “Mortal, few can make it to where you stand today. The Gods must be on your side. Tell my sisters and me your tale and your vial shall be filled should we find you worthy.” She nodded at the delicate vial attached to Calliope’s wrist. A tiny smile crept onto Clotho’s face. A real one, thought Calliope, for it reached her stormy gray eyes. “Start from the beginning, that’s where all good stories start,” Clotho twittered. Atropos glared at her sister. “You sound like a giddy Grace,” she snorted unhappily. Calliope relaxed, seeing these powerful beings quarrel like her own sisters.
Approximate Word count = 1884
Approximate Pages = 7.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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