Yet another prophecy.
Hermes stared in disgust as he watched the three old looking women sitting at the other side of the table before him. He would occasionally stare around the venue he was in, a place where he mostly caught witches, doing their spree shopping on witches hats, spell books, wands and some other abominable accessories he wouldn't dare to stare at for long.
What was this? He had assumed these goddesses wanted an audience with Zeus, why then in the world had they decided on somewhere as weird as this to have a meeting? Even for a god, it cringed him out.
"What in the world is this place?" He asked, attempting so hard to focus on that one eye all the three of them shared. They were the Fates, the three powerful goddesses that could tell the destiny of gods and mortals alike.
"Tea?" One of them, Lachesis— grinned. She reached out her hands for a cracked jug, pouring it out into a cup before the messenger god.
Maybe Hermes had really been expecting tea, because he jumped when a bunch of spiders crawled out the jug's tip. The goddesses seemed to have found this hilarious, but whatever they did, it wasn't a laugh...it sounded more like a forced cackle.
"Alright, that's enough!" Hermes barked in frustration. "Tell me what you summoned Zeus here for."
The Fates had specifically summoned the ruler of all gods, claiming it was for an important cause and expressing that his attention was required as soonest.
Among other gods, the Fates were among those that Zeus truly respected. Why won't he anyways? They were potentially capable to telling the fate of the gods, and on rare events, could influence it.
So because of the urgency, he had rapidly fixed a date for the appointment and had sent Hermes to represent him, as he always did.
"Oh Hermes... You used to be so playful when you were young." Another one of them, Clotho teased. "What happened to you?"
The goddess's wrinkled hands reached out to feel his beards, but Hermes slapped them away. He raised up a bulky sack that was sitting at the side of his chair and showed it at the Fates.
"As you can see I have a lot of paperwork to deliver today, so you better be quick with what you have to say."
The three of them sighed, picked up their teacups and took a dry sip on it. While still maintaining this simultaneous action, they chorused together.
"It is here."
Hermes gave them a questioning look. "What is?"
"The decided, the strings of an unparalleled destiny." They chorused.
"You mean, a prophecy?" Hermes clarified and Clotho nodded. "What did you see?"
"A Mortal shall cause the rise of shattered time. And time shall cause Olympus to the treacherous grime." The Fates said together, this time it was as if they were directly speaking from a script.
Hermes thought a bit over the prophecy. Shattered time? What did that mean? The most stressing part of a prophecy was seemingly the interpretation. If only Athena had been there at that moment, she would have some answers.
"Is that all the prophecy?" The messenger god asked instead.
"There's more." Atropos, the third goddess said, she was seemingly the quiet one and also the only one with an eye. "I can feel the pilage that the last part of the prophecy carries, but...
... I don't know what it is."
Hermes stood up without hesitation, grabbing his letter sack from the ground. "On behalf of Zeus and the Olympians, I must thank you. I would report back to Olympus immediately."
"Son of Zeus." Atropos stopped him before he could turn. "A son of your descendant is destined to be sacrifice for fall of Olympus. Be watchful."
And with that, the Fates disappeared beneath the shadows.