Between Two Worlds: Part 3
“Lachesis has a lot of explaining to do,” the dark-haired woman muttered to herself as she stormed the familiar path between the puddles of standing water amongst the darkened trees. Skotádne rubbed the skin around her finger, where she felt the loop of thread connecting her to the other thing before it vanished. “She should know better than the fool with her own mother.” She reached the oldest, darkest tree in the swamp, its bark shimmering ebony in the moonlight.
Placing her hand upon its trunk, her whole body glowed, then vanished.
“Lachesis! Come here this instant!” Her braid swished as wings extended from her back and stretched into the dimly lit cavern surrounding a glowing, swirling pool of light. Throughout the distant halls, seemingly infinite lines of colored threads wrapped themselves around the stalactites and stalagmites, crisscrossing between halls and chambers.
“What?”
As she turned into a corridor she spotted her daughter, and a fire lit behind Skotádne’s eyes as she moved with more fervor into the cavern’s antechamber.
Serene harp music filled the air as Lachesis’s six arms moved rapidly, gathering loose threads she’d found upon the ground. Each thread glowed for a moment while held by the closed eyed goddess with the enigmatic smile. She then leaned forward and whispered to a stone, where her collection of dark crawling creatures painted her dictations. As the paintings neared completion, a hand extended to the spiders, silkworms, and other spinning creatures of the world as they flew out of each corridor. Her daughter’s woven interdimensional tapestry cavern.
“Explain this to me!” Skotádne demanded, pointing to the red thread connected to her finger. “Who is that man? And what fate have you bound me to?”
Her beautiful daughter turned to her with her eyeless sockets – she saw much more without. “Mother, I do as you created me. You are to be intertwined in the immortal existence of another.”
“Immortal?” She paused. “What do you mean? Immortal? He wasn’t a man?”
“I know nothing more. The universe has offered nothing else.” She turned back to her work, this time, listening to a collection of tent caterpillars. “They say he’s younger than you.”
“Oh! That helps me none!” Skotádne turned and stomped out of her daughter’s cavern.
“Farewell, Nyx.” Lachesis giggled.
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