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Title: Lessons with the Fates
Author: Ree
Theme: Setsuna (even)
Genre: Genera
Version:Manga/Anime/PGSM
Rating: G
Setsuna and her friends all belong to Takeuchi Naoko. I just asked them very nicely if they wanted to play. They agreed, and quietly snuck out without Takeuchi-sensei's knowledge.
Lessons with the Fates
Setsuna walked up the small slope, climbing through the mist. Somehow she knew she was dreaming. In front of her was a large villa. She knew she was there to learn something important, and she should know what it was. But she didn't. As she stepped in to the villa, she was suddenly ten years old.
Everything went fuzzy, and then she was in a room that looked over the valley. Tapestries hung on the wall, and another one was on the loom that sat in the middle of the room. Working the loom were three older women. She had the feeling that they were ageless. One was spinning and attaching threads onto a loom, another was weaving the thread in, and the last one was carefully cutting the thread. The one that was weaving, 'Her name is Atropos.' ,gestured her to come to her.
In a quiet voice, Atropos spoke. "You finally made it. We have been waiting for you, Princess."
Setsuna glanced down around her. There was no-one else there but her. Atropos continued. "You are here to learn about the fates of the living, and to collect the snipped life threads to take back home. Right?"
Setsuna found herself nodding her head, and then without thinking she heard a question pop out of her mouth. "Do I get to spin, weave, and snip?"
The spinner, Klotho, quickly shook her head no. "You are not the one to learn how to spin life. Another princess shall come to learn that."
Atropos smiled at her. "You can try the weaving. I think you have the skill to watch what happens, and not be moved to change fate."
Everything was fuzzy for just a moment, and when it cleared, Setsuna found herself sitting in the seat where Atropos had just been in. A weft yarn was in her hand, and Atropos was leaning over her shoulder. "Now carefully weft the thread through the warp threads. Be careful to keep an even pressure on the thread. You don't want to pull it to tight."
Setsuna carefully wove the yarn she was holding through the vertical warp threads. When she reached the end of the cloth, Atropos pulled a bar down into Setsuna's reach. "Good so far, now carefully beat in the weft. Make sure to push down evenly through out the piece. We don't want the thread to bubble out."
With as much care as she could, Setsuna beat in the weft. "Good job, Princess." Atropos' voice came out of a fuzzy dark cloud.
When the room brightened again, she was sitting on a pillow next to the loom. Casting her eyes at the third lady, the one that was cutting the threads, she waited to see if she was going to be able to try.
Lachesis shook her head no. "You are the heir to the Underworld, but you are not the bringer of death."
Setsuna cast her eyes to the floor. 'Heir to the Underworld?' Out of the corner of her eye she saw another cushion. Raising her eyes a little, she saw another little girl.
Lachesis gestured to the other girl. "Princess of Saturn, it is time to cut the thread." The girl stood and walked over to Lachesis . Picking up a small glaive she took the thread that Lachesis was holding. Lachesis started instructing. "Cut quickly, but make sure the cut is smooth and even. A ragged end would be painful and lingering."
The Princess of Saturn nodded her dark head. Carefully, she swung her glaive and cut the thread. It was a clean cut. She then dropped the thread into the basket next to the loom, and the room faded again.
Setsuna found herself outside of the villa, holding the basket of cut threads. She knew that she had to take them back to the Underworld. There they would assume their earthly forms, and stay forever.
***
As the morning dawned, Setsuna woke up trying to grasps the wisps of the dream.
Author: Ree
Theme: Setsuna (even)
Genre: Genera
Version:Manga/Anime/PGSM
Rating: G
Setsuna and her friends all belong to Takeuchi Naoko. I just asked them very nicely if they wanted to play. They agreed, and quietly snuck out without Takeuchi-sensei's knowledge.
Lessons with the Fates
Setsuna walked up the small slope, climbing through the mist. Somehow she knew she was dreaming. In front of her was a large villa. She knew she was there to learn something important, and she should know what it was. But she didn't. As she stepped in to the villa, she was suddenly ten years old.
Everything went fuzzy, and then she was in a room that looked over the valley. Tapestries hung on the wall, and another one was on the loom that sat in the middle of the room. Working the loom were three older women. She had the feeling that they were ageless. One was spinning and attaching threads onto a loom, another was weaving the thread in, and the last one was carefully cutting the thread. The one that was weaving, 'Her name is Atropos.' ,gestured her to come to her.
In a quiet voice, Atropos spoke. "You finally made it. We have been waiting for you, Princess."
Setsuna glanced down around her. There was no-one else there but her. Atropos continued. "You are here to learn about the fates of the living, and to collect the snipped life threads to take back home. Right?"
Setsuna found herself nodding her head, and then without thinking she heard a question pop out of her mouth. "Do I get to spin, weave, and snip?"
The spinner, Klotho, quickly shook her head no. "You are not the one to learn how to spin life. Another princess shall come to learn that."
Atropos smiled at her. "You can try the weaving. I think you have the skill to watch what happens, and not be moved to change fate."
Everything was fuzzy for just a moment, and when it cleared, Setsuna found herself sitting in the seat where Atropos had just been in. A weft yarn was in her hand, and Atropos was leaning over her shoulder. "Now carefully weft the thread through the warp threads. Be careful to keep an even pressure on the thread. You don't want to pull it to tight."
Setsuna carefully wove the yarn she was holding through the vertical warp threads. When she reached the end of the cloth, Atropos pulled a bar down into Setsuna's reach. "Good so far, now carefully beat in the weft. Make sure to push down evenly through out the piece. We don't want the thread to bubble out."
With as much care as she could, Setsuna beat in the weft. "Good job, Princess." Atropos' voice came out of a fuzzy dark cloud.
When the room brightened again, she was sitting on a pillow next to the loom. Casting her eyes at the third lady, the one that was cutting the threads, she waited to see if she was going to be able to try.
Lachesis shook her head no. "You are the heir to the Underworld, but you are not the bringer of death."
Setsuna cast her eyes to the floor. 'Heir to the Underworld?' Out of the corner of her eye she saw another cushion. Raising her eyes a little, she saw another little girl.
Lachesis gestured to the other girl. "Princess of Saturn, it is time to cut the thread." The girl stood and walked over to Lachesis . Picking up a small glaive she took the thread that Lachesis was holding. Lachesis started instructing. "Cut quickly, but make sure the cut is smooth and even. A ragged end would be painful and lingering."
The Princess of Saturn nodded her dark head. Carefully, she swung her glaive and cut the thread. It was a clean cut. She then dropped the thread into the basket next to the loom, and the room faded again.
Setsuna found herself outside of the villa, holding the basket of cut threads. She knew that she had to take them back to the Underworld. There they would assume their earthly forms, and stay forever.
***
As the morning dawned, Setsuna woke up trying to grasps the wisps of the dream.