115. The Awareness
The Awareness
formed slowly. As the edges of my mind
frayed with a madness that haunted me,
still picturing my father’s face,
I began to see strange threads
in all of the stories.
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.