Fantasy ⚡️𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒: main thread ⚡️

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　The Gods Make No Mistakes Introduction

Athena stood at the edge of her balcony overlooking Mount Olympus and Rome below. Eager to meet her recruits, she crossed her arms and sighed impatiently. Despite being a goddess and a warrior, she still felt nervous about meeting new blood. Her hair billowed in the warm, gentle breeze that caressed her face. Turning to the sun beaming down, the goddess took a deep breath. She then raised her arms, and upon lowering them, a mirage of the ceremony appeared before her. The goddess hoped they would all survive the crossing.She watched the Fates cross the boundary. Their dark veils billowed in the wind as the young women headed to the highest point within a mile of their dwelling, as per tradition. The Fates slowly made their way there and eventually stopped at the chalked line drawn before them. There, they held hands and chanted their most famous prophecy. "He would kill his father and marry his mother," followed by, "We are the Fates and we're here to guide you. Cross the line." All three pointed to the chalked line. "Enter the realm of the gods." This was followed by a moment of silence before, "Or be brought to Hades to live and dwell," which was greeted with a unified hiss as the girls each sucked in what might be their last mortal breath. Each of them inched forward slowly, with one even loudly bellowing a prayer as tears streamed down her face.It was a small number this year—a mere handful. If one or even two were dragged down to Hades, well, it wouldn't be a very bountiful harvest for Athena.

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THEA : PROLOGUE: CHARACTERS MAY POST THEIR CHARACTERS RECIEVING THE LETTER AND THEN ARRIVING AT THE CEREMONY MID WAY : CHARACTERS ARE ABOUT TO WALK INTO THE FATES GATE A PLACE BETWEEN THE MORTAL REALM AND THE DEVINE : YOU STAND AMONG TEN TO FIFTEEN OTHERS BUT NOT ALL OF YOU WILL COME OUT ALIVE SOME MAY BE SUCKED INTO HADES REALM INSTEAD:


The morning unfolded with a soft, calm, and serene ambiance, typical of a beautiful late summer morning - Thea's favorite time of year. As she strode along the dirt path by the sea, she made her way to the best sightseeing spot by the ocean. Nearing the top, she paused to wipe the sweat off her brow before removing her large-brimmed hat to bask in the gentle breeze. "Oh my goodness, this is so wonderful," she murmured, a content smile gracing her lips as she soaked in the morning sun with her eyes closed. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than this tranquil moment. Well, except, perhaps, for being in a tub full of purring kittens and nuzzling your face amidst their warmth - a mere fantasy, of course. "Mother, are you enjoying this weather too?" Thea whispered, holding a hand to her chest as she imagined her mother's loving presence, reassuring her that she, too, was cherishing this lovely moment.

" How did you do it?" She heard the voice growl before feeling a sharp tug on her hair. Falling backwards on the dirt path, Thea let out a grunt as the wind was knocked from her ribs.
"Wh-"She wanted to ask what she did. Who was doing this to her? Her eyes widened at the sight of the familiar face. Thea's mouth tried to form words, but nothing would come out. Her ribs and back really hurt, and a few tears brimmed their way to the surface.
"Don't cry. Don't cry." The voice was both mocking and frantic all at once. "You knew this was my chance. You knew this was my dream. How could you do this, Thea? How did you do it?!" A sharp swing and a sharp metal toe met Thea's ribs. A silent squeal as Thea turned on her side, gasping for air. Finally, finding her voice.
"What are you talking about, May? How could you -" Puffing, Thea crawls some distance before getting up. Turning to face her older sister, Thea shakes her head.
"I didn't do anything."
"Liar!" May charge towards her with such vengeance.
"May please, I'm just existing!" Thea was lucky she could endure pain and was fast. Flinging off her sandals, she darted down the dirt path.
"You can run, but I'll still see you at home!" May bellowed behind her. This was indeed true, but hopefully, Thea could make it to her room and lock the door in time.

Swiftly dashing through the bramble and taking her usual shortcut, she finally reached their quaint cottage. Once inside her room, she shut the door and locked it with a sense of urgency. "What on earth," Thea breathed, attempting to comprehend the recent events. What had she done? As she turned, her eyes froze on an envelope resting on her bed. This must be what May was referring to. Thea gingerly picked up the exquisitely encrusted envelope and examined it from every angle before dropping it onto the bed as if it were ablaze. "How did I do it?" This was undeniably very, very, very bad. Thea was not one to engage in physical confrontations and could not bring herself to harm even a spider.

Now Thea stood at the sacrificial alter in front of millions at the the fates gates. Terrified. She didn't want this.

 

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As a young woman stumbles down alleyways, feet dragging against dusty pavement the night grows long, moon rising high in the ink purple sky overhead. In the distance she can hear the cheers of many, voices hollering for blood, begging to be entertained. Sofia is in no shape to continue on in their spar for amusement. But still, there's an urging. A large hole in her chest begging to be filled with something- something that further blood shed cannot fill.

Sofia's wandered these streets before, knows every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. Familiar with the people, the stench of it. Gutters backed up with trash, smoke from cigarettes, and the escaping wafts of wine fumigated the cramped alleyways like poisonous gas. Unsure if her head spins because of the fumes or the concussion Sofia continues dragging one foot after the other, trying to make her way back tot he temple of Hermes she'd been taking shelter at.

Somewhere along the way her dizzy staggering catches the attention of another hidden figure within the shadows of tall buildings saddled next to each other. Apprehensive and on guard Sofia's guard goes up, eyes casting just over shoulder where she's sure the stranger tails her from a few yards behind. A hand resting on the hilt of a switchblade stashed in her waistband. It's not like her to be this unaware, for her to have not noticed that her space was being shared by another. Their eyes fall heavy on her back, she can feel how close they are but hears no footsteps- something Sofia won't realize until recalling this moment the next morning.

When they get so close it's impossible to ignore she stops, quickly turning around to reveal the glint of a shiny blade in her hand. "Back up! I dunno who you are, but I'm not in the mood for whatever sick shit-" Sofia starts only for her hand to open robotically- as if pulled by a puppet's strings and drop the switchblade.

Clanging to the ground as the stranger wearing a long dark cloak and hood gasps out in raspy laughter. From under the hood she can see their eyes shimmer, like two kaleidoscopes of swirling colors. Drawing her into hypnotic eyes as she completely freezes in shock for the first time in her life. Body unable to even get a head start and dash away in fear like she wants to. She fights the hold of panic but finds it's as if she's frozen in place, body heavy as cement, and impossible to move.

The cloaked figure's laughter dies down to a wheeze as they reach out with a single suntanned, wrinkled hand. Holding some fancy envelop that they promptly fold, slipping it into the front pocket of her jeans. Upon a closer look, right under the flickering streetlight overhead she sees the briefest flicker of a smile cross their lips. Head dipping again as they take a step back staring at her helpless, motionless state.

"The fates call, your string of destiny awaits. There, you'll find peace- beyond their gates." Lips quivering, and sweat crawling down the back of her neck. Familiar words she'd heard ever since birth, a prophecy that had always made no sense.

Sofia doesn't remember how she gets back to the temple of Hermes, a place for weary travelers to lie their head. All she knows is that when she opened the envelope, read what is said to await her- something clicks. Now as she stands tall looking out upon the crowds of millions, cheers for blood- for entertainment, ring through her ears like distant calls to a past she can't ever return to.

The alter before stands as a representation tot he death of a life she'd been given and never wanted in the first place. Brows narrowing and nostrils flaring, her body finally feels her own as she glares at the gates, her prophecy awaits.