Page 84 of Hekate: The Witch

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Purpose. Every story had a purpose.

Every tale led to a destination.

Every mortal life came to an ending.

Immortals have no endings.

But every God should have a purpose,

one our fathers are meant to bless us with

at the very beginning of our lives.

And that was when, like a rich tapestry,

the threads came together.

I needed to go to see the Moirai.

I needed to see them before my madness

consumed me and left me a husk of myself.

The question was, how would I get there?

Charon had said that the Fates would be

inside Hades’ palace in his throne room.

That was a place into which

even the bravest of heroes

would not venture.

But I was no hero.

And I had nothing left to lose.

The Palace of Hades

was deep in the heart of the Underworld.

It was said to be a thing of both beauty

and great fear.

The towers were made of volcanic glass,

cooled from Tartarus

where my father was held captive.

Onyx halls gleamed

with a blood-red moon’s glow

that lit up the torches.

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