Cithra by ezrac

Before there were titans, gods, heroes, and mortals, we the Fates have existed. Our eldest, Orn, was the Fate of Origins. Her trumpet heralds the beginning of one's destiny. Our youngest was Madal, the Fate of Resolution. Her drum beats to end of every destiny, every path, every choice, and will continue to echo until the end of times.

And I am the one who come in between the beginning and the end, the first step of a journey and it's last. I am Cithra, the Fate of Predestination. Each pluck of my string tells a story. The vibrations and reverberations of the universe ripple throughout time, and each ripple colliding is where one's fate intertwine.

I am the guardian of what comes in between. The Fate that follows every journey, every ripple I created with my strings. I am the one who ushers heroes into greatness or delivers evil to their goal. For each pluck of my zither is deliberate, and no one, not even gods can escape what Fate has determined.

But the tides of the universe is changing. Far into the void, there is a battle commencing, and its upsetting the balance. The vibrations of my string are nothing but echoes in this war. Heroes rise and die, one of the two ancient beings is destroyed but somehow reverts to what it once was and the battle will start all over again. The pained echoes of each destiny, unable to be fulfilled is reverberating.

So I took it upon myself to correct this anomaly and free my sisters from their pained existence. My heroes, let us end this battle once and for all so the strings of fate can continue to puppeteer you as the universe made it so.