'Excuse me?' 

'I said shut up and go down on your knees, bitch.'

I fall to my knees, bracing myself for pain as I hit the gravel. I don't resist the when someone pushes my head to the ground with the sole of their boot, holding me in place.

'You thought you could run from Klotho?' The boot digs into my neck, and it is way more painful than I experienced. 'Klotho, the most powerful one? You thought you could break the curse, after all?'

I want to cry. I want to yell. I want to scream.

'I don't know what you are talking about. You've got the wrong person. Where is Archer?'

My captor laughs, and it is not pleasant. 'Fell for that one, didn't you? My friend B, mimics people very well.'

I miscalculated. I was neatly played. 

I was doomed.

'I am not the person you are looking for. I have no idea who Klotho is.'

The boot digs deeper. 'Haha, joke. Where is Lachesis?'

'Lache what?'

'Your sister, Lachesis. The traitor.'

My sister Lachesis? 

'I don't know. I really, really don't know.' 

I cry, tears sliding down the bridge of my nose. I don't want to go, not this way. 

The boot withdraws. I gasp for breath, sucking in huge gulps of air. 

'She has no clue, B.'

'She is mortal now. Must be the curse.'

The voices in the dark talk. They talk about Klotho, and Lachesis and something else, and I cry harder. I'm going to be killed for something I have no clue about.

I've never been more helpless in my life.

I'm pulled to my feet. I twist within their grasps and they laugh.

'It's all over, Kaitie.'

I hesitate.

'We know everything about you. We know how you have been suffering. We know how much pain you've been under. We are going to set you free.'

I swallow. 'Set me free? From what?'

Chuckles. Evil, cruel chuckles. I shiver, the hairs on my arms breaking out in goosebumps.

'Why, from life,of course.' 

I suck in a breath as my blindfold is torn off. A gun is pointed at my head, it's all that I can see. I cannot see the one holding the gun, nor B. 

I am going to die.

My life flashes in front of my eyes. My dad, my mom, Jeremy. Dad twirling me around, his hands tight, not letting me fall. Jeremy raising me high on his shoulders. Mom dedicating her awards to us. Graduating high school. Going to college. Kissing Tristan for the first time when he tells me he loves me. Getting a job I love. Turning twenty three. Meeting Archer again. My parents getting a divorce. Tristan cheating on me. Jeremy leaving me. Archer.

All the good memories rush to the forefront. My life passes in front of my eyes, like a slideshow. Kissing Archer. Feeling him, his skin against mine. The fire in my belly, the flush of my cheeks.

My palms fist within the bounds. I don't want to die. 

Then, it shifts. I see memories, that are not mine. I see me, but it's not me.

I'm with two others, and one of them is the punk girl, Deanne. She isn't punk however - all three of us wear silk gowns and diamond tiaras. I look like a princess. We are laughing, all three of us, spinning threads, weaving stories. The image shifts and we are fighting someone, together. I look fierce, and proud, my weapon clutched tightly in my palm, so unlike the me I saw a second ago. Bursts of energy flies out of my palms, obliterating the enemy.

The images shift faster, faster, faster.

Archer. He looks different, more proud, more arrogant. We battle, him and I, it looks like a war to death. Then, he is kissing me. 

The images shift, and he is all I see. His eyes, his nose, his lips. Kissing my lips, my neck, my hair. Holding my hand. Keeping me close. Calling me his queen.

I've waited an eternity.

Lucifer. My Lucifer.

The images shift again, and now the third girl is fighting with me. She is pushing me back, and restraining me. I'm shackled to the wall, and my powers are nulled. I am cursed and I am falling from the skies, my clothes in tatters, my face a bloody mess. My body hits the ground, and everything fades to black.

Blood roars in my ears. Power surges through my veins, and my whole body is shaking beyond my control.

The Moirai.

Fragments of memory rush into my head, and I feel the same energy I felt at Tristan's place threatening to spill out of my fingertips. It's all too much, too fast. 

I am not Kaitie McBarrow. 

And I am not going to die. 

Lachesis, Lucifer, Klotho, Klotho, Klotho....

The sister who stabbed me in the back. The sister who fell prey to greed and lust. The sister who is longer a sister.

Klotho.

The energy expands in my chest. My skin begins to glow.

'For Klotho, the kind and the benevolent.'

His hands reach the trigger, and I let go of the pressure building in me. 

I explode, into a billion shards of light.

I am not Kaitie McBarrow.

I am Fate.

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