Page 1 of Tangled Fates

PROLOGUE

We had been tasked with making the world pure once again. Our master had created us for just this very reason. The past, present and future. My sisters and I had many names, but he deemed us The Fates, to do his bidding in a war that would bring the earth back to its former purity. If he had his way, he would eradicate the filth of the world and start all over.

Our master was all-powerful, but his children were getting too powerful, too cocky and they were like petulant children who disobeyed his orders. He was getting tired of the way his children ran the world. He had no one else to trust, so we would do his bidding. My sister, Bedisa, would take care of our past with a coven of witches, wolves and vampires. Moira ensured our present, securing our power within the sea. I would take care of our future to ensure our tasks would flourish.

We each had been given our tasks to ensure we would be ready for the war. Mine came in the form of a girl. She had been given the light of the moonflower and she was brought back from the brink of death; the same moonflower I was supposed to use for our future.

What could possibly go wrong with our future when only a coven, the king of the seas and a girl stood in our way?

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ORIA

The sound of purring interrupted my wonderful dream of Henry Cavill. He was just about to throw me on the bed, to have his way with me. Unfortunately, my stupid cat, Loki, decided his breakfast was more important than my sexy dream come true.

I groaned when he kneaded my boob, like I was his personal slave. I glared at him, wondering if he would survive the two-hundred-foot drop from my window. He rubbed up against my face, jumped off my bed, and sauntered to my door, looking back at me expectantly before leaving.

“Stupid cat,” I muttered, throwing my arm over my eyes.

The morning sun was bright in my room, pulling a groan from me. I was not ready to start my day.

Meow!

A loud rebuke from Loki came from outside my door like he was telling me to hurry up.

“Ok, ok, ok,” I said, rolling out of bed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen.

Grabbing his food out of the fridge, I scooped his food onto a glass dish before setting it on the floor. The main floor was cold as the last bits of winter held onto the days. I grabbed a few logs to throw into the fireplace, and lit them up before heading to the bathroom to bathe.

Bathing in the winter wasn’t my favorite as it was too cold to truly enjoy it when the water grew cold too fast. I hurried through my bath, skipped washing my hair because I did not have the energy for that today. I got ready quickly, putting on a long dress that was comfortable enough to get my chores done. Mother liked to see me in dresses instead of the modern clothing of pants and shirts. She said it was barbaric for women to dress like men.

Once dressed, I headed downstairs to cook myself breakfast seeing a note I had missed from mother that she would be back later. It was her not-so-subtle way of reminding me not to leave the tower by giving me a list of extra chores to do before she got back.

It had been almost two hundred years since we had to flee our home to protect me. I was grateful to Mother and all she had done to keep me hidden. She often reminded me that once people found out what I could do, there would be wars for me, or so her mother had told her. Who wouldn’t want the power of never-ending youth and the ability to be brought back from the brink of death?

That’s what I could do.

I could help you cheat death.

The hard part of staying hidden was while my power could help you live a long fulfilling life, it had robbed me of my own life. Most days I loved my power, but other days I wished I could be stripped of it and be granted freedom. I was a prisoner to my power, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. The loneliness that came with having to be hidden was a burden I didn’t know I would have to live with. This tower and the magical barrier around me was the only thing keeping me safe.

Taking a deep breath, I shoved all my negative thoughts away. If I continued down this path, I knew my entire day would be ruined. In a few weeks it would be my birthday… my two hundredth birthday.

Was that considered a milestone? Surely being two centuries old would allow me some kind of party? Maybe a tiny celebration?

There was my plan for the evening, convincing Mother to let me explore the local village or somewhere different to help ease the emptiness I was feeling. I knew why I was here, but that didn’t ease the need to escape and explore, even if it was only for a day.

I was working myself up even more as I thought about my birthday. I wasn't certain what she would say, but I had to try, for my sanity. Breakfast was simple, as I scrambled some eggs and fried some bacon.

After I cleaned up the kitchen, I worked on tidying the tower. We had two floors dedicated to living quarters and the main floor had the kitchen, a dining room and a big room with sofas. I didn’t understand the purpose of the sofas, no one ever sat down on them, but mother always said, “Where do you think our guests are going to sit?”.

The thing was, we never had guests.

Once I finished the two floors, I headed down the tower to gather the moon water we made on the grounds. It was about midday when I braved the cold to grab the jugs of water, replacing them with new jugs to infuse them with the moonlight. It was a delicate process that had to be rotated every week. I dug out the earth stones we had laid to rest last week, replacing them with new stones to charge, as well as grabbing and laying out new moonstones to charge with the moon. I checked our garden of fruits and vegetables before taking the long walk back up the stairs.

“Where the hell have you been?”

I jumped at the voice, noticing Mother at the top of the stairs.

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