“Please, we need your help.” Melissa interjected and Atropos whipped around as the eye in her hand blinked at Melissa.
“We don’t help humans!” Clotho hissed.
“We aren’t miracle workers!” Lachesis hissed.
“What do you want?” Atropos surprised everyone, even her sisters, as a hideous smile started to form on her face.
“It is me that needs your help. My grandson has been cursed with a death prophecy.” Moon drew their attention and Atropos lost her interest instantly. They couldn’t ask for a price from the moon goddess, but they could get payment from the witches. Moon was hoping the prophecy would intrigue them, but they weren’t biting.
“It is my father.” Star took a step forward and the eye was whipped around to blink at Star. The fates were quiet for a moment, then huddled together. Wh
