The book of snippets

Mersal: R~1

Despite the mind frame, Maaran was still a 4 year old whose body tired easily. Waking up in the middle of the night and sobbing his heart out didn't help that, he swayed tiredly as his eyelids drooped despite himself. 

He slowly succumbed to sleep as tear tracks covered his face and his body shivered slightly. Vetrimaaran held him in his arms and rubbed circles on his back to soothe both his son and himself. 

"Thalapathy" he heard his wife whisper. 

"Enna ice-u idhu? Ketta kanavu edhavadhu paathirupaana... Enna aachu ivanuku?" He rambled as he cradled their boy.

(What is this Aishu? Do you think he had a bad dream? What happened to him?)

"Thalapathy!" the urgency in his wife's voice made him pause and look at her.

Aishu's eyes met his as she announced, "I'm pregnant." 

He never once in his life imagined that such a good news would chill his nerves. 

Place: Unknown

Time: Unknown 

The shimmer of lake of life never dulled, no matter how sinful or cursed or dull life got. Life was still life and it always found it's way back to beauty. The long white marble walls and pillars looked like they had the shine of their own, shining above everything as white as a cloud on sunny day. But they could not match the shine of the enchanting golden dome. Carved along the rows and rounds, were spells and stories mankind long forgot. 

Any mortal would be enthralled at witnessing the beauty of the palace that existed beyond his realm. 

But to the three sisters of fate it was simply a work place and home and vacation home. So, basically everything. The palace was made from their essence and it would crumble to dust without them in it. 

They could leave for quick strolls, they could astral project, they could even duplicate... but it always came with a strict limit. So, unfortunately this beautiful palace was also their prison... for eons and norns. They could leave the palace to crumble, but if it were to turn to dust then it would destroy the threads of fate, destroying all fate and life.

So, they bore this duty, grudgingly. Their entertainment were the threads themselves. Vladi spun them out of time, Yor spun them through the waters of life and Atropos cut them. Thus giving birth, sustaining life and ending. 

The threads were intertwined so each sister had their own share of fun. 'But I have the most fun' Atropos thought to herself. After all she was the one who cut them and saw the curtains fall. It was such good entertainment. 

Suddenly, a thread in her chambers disappeared into thin air, without her touching it. Atropos blinked, this shouldn't happen, should it?

Also, the thread... she didn't see the curtains fall. Because it wasn't supposed to be cut yet.

An incomplete drama was her greatest grievance, so she fumed. And then shouted

"Yor!!!!"

"What?" 

Yor snapped back? How dare she? She moved to the door of her chamber for more volume and yelled.