Destiny, passion, and astral influence; all words used in substitution for fate. It is said that fate is the concept of a fixed natural order in the universe. It's a scary idea, that free will is, in fact, impossible and everything you do or don't do is because this being, "Fate," willed it.
Fate never asked for the job of manipulating, cutting, and attaching the strings connected to every living thing, but if it stopped, would everything cease to exist? Because without guidance or free will, life would be goalless, and those living it would be mindless husks that couldn't function on their own…
Of course, that's what Fate decided to believe. The agile maneuvering of the strings has never stopped for fear of what could happen. Their only wish: to keep the world going with the least amount of trouble possible. But that could never be easy, could it? From the meddlesome mortals and their egos to the never-ending job of keeping the world revolving, Fate could never catch a break.
Finally, after millennia and an unending sense of deja vu every time it cut a string, Fate saw the ending. At first, they were ecstatic, once their job ended, they could finally be at peace. That way of thinking may seem sewer hole? Daidal?
Fate had never been able to keep up with the new languages that emerged every thousands of years. They opened a massive tome that was resting on a stand next to them and quickly flipped through the pages. After several minutes the adjective was found. Suicidal.
Despite everything that Fate disliked about the lives of the strings it manipulated, it could at least praise their ability to have a word to describe virtually everything.
Oh, what were they kidding? Fate knew it was futile even now that there was a word for the devastation it had planned. This was not its first thought of deliberate extinction. They tried before, leaving nothing but a few survivors- threads tying the previous reality to this one. The power they wielded was not meant for one as worn as themselves. Now despite the eagerness, there was also a sense of guilt and melancholy Fate had as they looked at the seemingly infinite number of strings. The interconnection showing bonds and relationships. The 3D orb of strings encased Fate and it was all Fate could ever remember, the inside of the orb.
The three feelings waged war: melancholy and guilt teaming up to pummel the eagerness. It was a losing battle for the positive emotion. Fate toyed with the scissors they were holding.
A cut. That's all it would take for the peaceful way out. No hardships, no pain, the people attached to the strings wouldn't even feel a thing.
Now Fate knew they screwed up as their heart seemed to ache at the idea of ending everything. How the hell did they learn to care for insignificant rats that could be eradicated with a simple 'snip'? She couldn't remember… Now that's even worse, she's lost her neutrality. An odd feeling of panic spread through her as her thoughts raced. Just caring for the atom-like lives connected to the strings has made her more receptive to useless things like emotions and a sense of self. A self she idly corresponded with motherhood.
Despite her reservations about the idea of her losing apathy, she knew she had to give the people a chance at least, even if she disliked them and their ignorance.
Suddenly, a maroon light filled the dome's interior, offsetting all the bright blue light the other strings gave off. Fate's eyes widened ever so slightly, and she spoke for the first time aloud "This light… their plan actually worked? How…" She gazed up at a certain pair of strings. "I cut their strings?! This outcome shouldn't have been possible?! It's implausible!"
She grabbed the length of the pair of strings and examined it. She could see where she cut the string to end the owner's lives, she could quite clearly see that, but the string… "It mended itself to let the human have its final breaths. This... this can't be...?"
The light faded from the two strings, and it disintegrated in her hands, the person it was connected to now faded into nothing as was the cost of the ritual they performed. Fate watched as a certain string that the two faded ones were connected to began to match the color of the light that had erupted from the ritual the two mortals completed. She took the maroon string and examined it. Suddenly, an idea began to tumble around her thoughts, a horrible, terrible, lovely idea. She had found the perfect solution to her problem. She would give the residents of Maardoma one beacon in the future of darkness, free from her hands and tied only to the choices of their own make. What that beacon did would be merited to their own beliefs and morals. Now all Fate had to do was sit back and watch her 'champion'.
'Maybe' She thought to herself, 'Maybe I will finally meet one for the first time; if they collect the Qeys.' She couldn't help but smile wistfully at the idea. It's been so, so long since she's talked to someone.
The second, more permanent end of the world was fast approaching and with all of Fate's hard work, she couldn't bring herself to leave her pawns to their demise.