Lillith Cathrine Terall

"hmmm. I think she should have chocolate colored skin with bright green eyes! She will be kind and generous, but also secretive and sly, birthday 2/14/1947. "All of a sudden Clotho gasped "she should be super romantic and popular because that's Valentine's Day!"

Another voice from the other side of the room said "from your description she should become very successful and live a long happy, healthy life."

Looking up at the foggy circle with its mist shifting around they saw 4 different versions of the same human. One was a baby with the dark skin and green eyes that Clotho had suggested with long locks of blonde hair.

Another picture showed Lillith as a teenager, she had nice curves and a sassy look in her eyes.

Next was her as an adult. She had on a pink suit with matching work pants with a tie and white shirt underneath. Her hair now had brown highlights and was pulled back into a low bun. She oozed confidence and courage.

Finally there was a blank box with nothing in it because the final sister hadn't chosen how lillith was going to die yet.

"She seems to have a good and successful life ahead of her, I choose death of old age, she will pass in her sleep at her home on the date of 7/20/2018" the final sister, Atropos finished.

The final image revealed itself on the thick mist. It showed Lillith laying in bed next to her husband wearing a purple silk nightgown with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face. Lillith now had wrinkles on her face and hands but she was still beautiful, her wrinkles just made her look wiser and time had added to her previous beauty.

After a final review the sisters all hit the accept button in their mist screens and Lillith's body disappeared from sight, filled away to be processed and created when her birth year came around.

"We always have such boring cases! Are employees always taking the best ones for themselves!" Said a frustrated Clotho

"Calm down little sister, I was looking through the agenda today and saw we had a meeting with Zues, maybe he will have a case for us to look into." Said the second sister, Lachesis.

"Maybe..." replied Clotho with a cute pout on her face.

All the sisters were the same age, although nobody knew what age that was, the sisters called Clotho little sister because each sister had their own unique look based off of their job on creating fate.

Clotho, for example, was short as a child, only 4'2", and had long blond hair that went to her knees. She had her hair braided with little white bows on the bottom, making her look even more childish. She was wearing a bright green dress and white flats too, with her height and her style everybody saw Clotho as the younger sister.

Next, Lachesis, the second sister, the chooser of destiny's, often changed her look, sometimes being old enough to be a grandmother and other times young enough to be a teen. Her default look tho was of a middle aged woman, wearing a red dress with a high collar and sleeves with white flowers down the bodice, her hair was cropped to her ears with mature waves in it. Although this was her default look, Lachesis hardly ever wore it. Her favorite look was of a teenager where she would show off her body in many deep v-line dresses or just to wear bikinis for fun, often causing the male workers around to gawk before chiding themselves and trying to remember the fact that she was billions of years older than them.

Finally the eldest sister, Atropos. Like all the fates she could change her look but was actually quite fond of her default look. She was elderly but strong and had wild red hair but other than that, there wasn't a trace of color on her! She wore a black dress that went to the floor, she had on black 4" heels and a long, flowing black cloak to top it off. She also often wore black lipstick and a Smokey eye. Because she was the fate who chose the death of others, she had lines in her forehead from age and her fingers were slightly wrinkled and almost had a prune- like texture to them.

Although the sisters were very, very old and their looks and personality were very different, they all exuded the same type of beauty. A long aged, natural beauty that can only be crafted with time and patience. They all had slightly heart shaped faces and perfectly puckered lips. Small dainty hands and hourglass figures were a few of their similarities.

"Maybe he wants us to create a demigod for him again" suggested the 3rd sister, Atropos

"I hope not!" Replied Clotho "Those take forever to make when we don't have a blank ular to start with!"

"Yes, when we don't have a blank ular to start with then we have to create a whole new body or go through the files to find a defect ular, wipe it clean and start from the basics by ourselves! Molding bodies are the worst part, that's why we pay people to do this job! But no, Zues has to make us do it the hard way!" Said Lachesis annoyed

Sighing, Atropos said "come ladies, maybe Zues doesn't want a demigod to be formed, we won't know until we get there, let's go now."

The sisters nodded at each other and they climbed into the carriage to be flown to Olympus.