The Loneliest Traid

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  • Published: 2 Apr 2017
  • Updated: 13 May 2017
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Love and death and war and Gods and blood and magic and dancing and rest and revenge and kings and fate.
Don't worry, within these three stories you'll know yourself,
And I will put you back together again.


94. Born Again

And here you are.

    Your strings are in my hands and weigh no more than the clouds and the souls that escape the tombs you build.  

    They are pulled so tight with worry, worn so clean with time, and that means nothing when they come to me.

    My sister - which fear my power to own their demise - are Nona, who threads.  Demina, who measures.  Morta, who cuts.  But I watch you make the patterns you do, and the details where I must, change and chop and give new paths to those who run of coarse.  You make such beautiful designs with your mortal days, and I love running sharp nails over to hear how your soul plays.

    I am the Goddess of Rebirth, and I take what I can and give it somewhere new, a place beyond this world where I give you one more chance if your cord runs thin.

    Tell your heroes that I’m waiting.  Time, I find, is the finest medusa.  It turns all great men to stone.  You were never made to be so cold, lovely, and never meant to be lost when I have a leash around your throat.

    So here we begin again, our heroes walking together, thinking that they are above the slash of a razor.  

    But that’s okay.

“For me, meet me, and find home,” - isn’t that it?  Just find home, and I’ll pull you from there.  Because with every knife that stabs your back, I’ll stitch you together again, hero.

    I’ll put you back together again.

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