FATUM, DAUTHI, BERAN
Fatum, or as known to others, Faith and sometimes, Destiny, watched the lazy traffic as she slothfully sat on the sidewalk. The moon was unusually bright and the nature hummed with an eery stillness, no silent chitchats from the faeries tonight, she thought. Earlier that day, Fatum felt the precipitous jolt of the world under her feet and that made her racing her way here.
Her facial expression grew taut under the flickering light of the sturdy post."Stop flickering!" She snapped at the innocent lamp post and as if the inanimate object could understand her, it stopped flickering. However the sporadic light it was giving stopped altogether. "Why, thank you so much."
She muttered grimly as she continued perusing the highway. She was waiting for it to happen, whatever it was. She was supposed to be lounging in the Caribbean under the sun with the white shimmery sands beneath her bikini-clad body instead of taking a pew in the dark here in Texas.
Dauthi got her this time, she thought to herself grimly. Dauthi, or as how mortals named her, Death or the Reaper, is the deity of the after life. That sister of hers had always been the illogical one, always doing absurd things to show her defiance to the Ultimate Mother.
Now, her work has been placed into a peril of disorder, again. Why did she have to put up with such a menacing sister? Fatum sighed in distress as she remembered once again from the thousands of years of her existence that she could not change any of it. Ultimate Mother had assigned her together with her two other sisters, Dauthi and Beran to facilitate the existing form of lives in this world ever since The One made every thing during that restless seven days.
The abrupt jolting of time disrupted her stream of thoughts. Oh Gods, Dauthi must have really done it! She’d messed up with time and destiny! What was it now, she groaned inwardly as she stood, dusting her flowery white dress. The last time Dauthi intruded with destiny’s will and time, she created a plague and millions of people died, then she also started a world war. Fatum was not going to start thinking about the hideous event.
Fatum felt her palm tingling, oh no, she thought. Dauthi directly messed up with destiny tonight. Her eyes skimmed the slow traffic, cars driving through the highway.
Someone’s destiny would be messed up tonight, and that person would certainly die, just for Dauthi’s haughty attempt of angering the Ultimate Mother. And it was Fatum’s job, actually it was included in her job description, to avoid any disruptions of destinies at any cost.
A black Sedan came into view as it drove in the highway. It was within the speed limits but it was not in the proper lane, it was driving at the center of the road. People were naïve; they didn't think that even the simplest of things could change their lives, even not driving on the proper lane.
Fatum waited more but nothing was happening to the car, she wanted to sigh in relief but her muscles remained taut and her palm continued tingling.
"No, this isn't the one." She murmured to herself as she watched carefully for any signs of blunder from Dauthi. Fatum was jumpy, so ready to leap into action once Dauthi showed herself but it never happened. The black sedan drove past her but it was then that it happened.
That one thing that changed most probably not only two people's lives.
Fatum's head snapped at the silver Mercedes over speeding along the center of the road, it was so fast that in no time at all the car was behind the black Sedan. Fatum casted a spell at the silver car, changing the speed of time, altering the molecules drifting around the car, but to her alarm, nothing happened.
Dauthi made sure that whoever was in that car would surely die and even Fate itself could do nothing to stop it from happening. No one. The silver car tried to overtake the black Sedan but something happened to it. It didn't successfully overtake the black car as the Mercedes' rear bumped on the black Sedan making it swivel along the hard asphalt. The black Sedan skidded into a halt but the momentum was so strong the driver must have his head crash on the stirring wheel while the Mercedes' speed was so fast that the break wasn't able to stop it from crashing to the lamp post several feet away from the black Sedan. The crash was so loud, the sounds of screeching wheels, breaking and shattering resounded at the suspiciously vacant road.
Fatum levitated her way to the silver Mercedes, this was not the time for walking, she chided to herself. When she was close enough, it was in no doubt that the woman driving the car was no longer breathing. Half of her body was outside the windscreen with its shattered glasses engraved in her bloody body. Too much blood was pouring out from the gush at her head where it probably made contact with the windscreen. Her eyes were open and Fatum thought she has a pretty set of eyes. Unusual with its olive color and gold flecks from around the pupil but as it stared at her unseeingly, the eyes lost its brilliance.
Fatum sighed and touched the woman's forehead then as Fatum raised her palm, a white circular light lifted from inside the dead woman's body--- her soul.
"You are not supposed to be dead, Isabella Murray." She murmured.
As Fatum thought of a way to revive the poor soul, a man went out from the black Sedan. Fatum watched him carefully; she studied his dark blonde hair, his sharp features and angular face that looked gorgeous for a mortal like him. He was lean and muscularly built; his posture showed confidence and authority (a power only a King could posses, she thought wryly) though he was limping his way to the trashed car. He had an angry gush in his forehead from the crash he just had. He looked at the dead woman sprawled at the front hood of the car then gasped.
"Oh my fucking God!" He cursed loud enough for Fatum to cringe.
The One never liked it when people use foul words together with his name in one sentence. The man took a mobile phone from his pocket, he was oblivious of a holy entity standing beside him, and dialed probably the emergency hotline. He spoke fast but clear enough for that someone at the other end of the line to understand him. He said their exact location together with other quick details, "...send an ambulance and make it quick. She looks bad, I checked the pulse... she doesn't have one." He said with a strained voice and Fatum looked back at the lifeless body of Isabella Murray.
Fatum looked back at the man in front of her and made a decision.
Beran, the deity of birth and new life, materialized beside her with a wary look as she eyed the dead body in front of them.
"Dauthi caused this. It's not her time yet."
"But ---" Beran started to argue but Fatum's eyes were hard and determined. They have done this before of course but only for a very few times and only given in special occasions. Very special occasions.
"This poor soul shouldn't become a collateral from Dauthi's irrational tendencies. See that man beside her?" Beran looked at the man Fatum was referring to and her face softened with understanding.
"You are right. Now, please... do this for me, Beran, my beloved sister, and I will do the rest." Fatum asked her sister in a soft complacent tone and watched as Beran's will shattered with compassion.
"You owe me with this one." Beran muttered as Fatum gave her a grateful smile.
"Of course,"Beran lifted her hand and touched her palm at Isabella's forehead, replenishing her extinguished life source. Being the guardian of birth, Beran also has the power to transfer one soul to another vessel.
"You took her soul out. What are you going to do?" Beran asked eyeing the glowing soul at Fatum's hand.
"Doing my job." Fatum answered vaguely. Beran knew that the soul couldn't go back to the body not until it was ready to receive the heavy load back but she also knew there was more that stopping Fatum.
"Dauthi will be raging mad, she should know what we have done by now." Fatum said as ambulances and police cars arrived at the scene. The two deities watched as the paramedics tried to extricate the body from the car after checking the existent but very weak pulse.
"We should quickly send her out soon Fatum, or else our sister would be glad to do her job." Beran said in an urgent voice but Fatum was aware of it. She couldn't bring Isabella's soul in the past or allow it wander aimlessly in this place or else it would be easy for Dauthi to track her. She have to bring her somewhere far, somewhere Dauthi couldn't easily recognize her.
The soul vanished from her hand and Beran sent her a perplexed look.
"I sent her to Deiona." Fatum answered Beran's unasked question.
"A parallel universe? But how about the Isabella Murray of Deionia?"
"You mean, Liana Schment, the witch of Deionia?"
"Yes. What are you planning to do?" Fatum looked at her with a glint in her eyes making Beran gasp, as she understood the look very well.
"I have always wanted to try this." Fatum said grinning at her befuddled sister.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Fate is always sure." Fatum answered with a smile in her angelic face.
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