chapter 75: web of wyrd

" i am going to tell you about WYRD THE NETWORK OF DESTINY🖤

The network of the destination or Wyrd network is a zebhanean symbol, composed of nine lines - three arranged vertically and six in an angular way - forming a quadricular network, which contains all the forms of the runes, and, therefore, all the possibilities; past, present and future that you represent. Wyrd's network serves as a reminder that the actions of the past affect the present and that the present actions affect the future. All timelines are strictly interconnected.

Wyrd is a ancient term that describes destiny in general, mainly that of humans. In poetry, hentesean and the cries of myo, the term Þøə  is also applied to the destiny of the gods. Wyrd can be considered as a network of actions and consequences. All the actions carried out are woven into the Wyrd network, at the same time they are carried out, the consequences of these actions are connected with everything else. There is no act that has no effect, even doing nothing has an impact on life. Through this network, all people are connected. It is considered that Wyrd's threads do not represent an incontrovertible destiny, since they are generated only at the moment we do the things we do.

And now I enlighten you about the Wyrd and the hags

Wyrd's network is woven according to the zebhanean conception of the three hags. These three hags are nez, old zebhanean fayek "destination" who represents the past, kenohavi her name means "what is happening" she thus symbolizes the present in this trinity and me'zori whose name means "what is coming" represents the future.

In the Wyrd web, which they weave, each of us is represented by a thread in the fabric. This thread is interwoven with many others, these are other people, events, places. And if one of the hags cuts the thread, then this life ends.

The hags are said to be sitting in the well, which bears the name of Wyrd. This source is found in the roots of world tree . The hags are not among the gods, but the destiny of the gods is also woven into the Wyrd network, and in this way their lives are also determined by the hags.

The hags not only weave Wyrd, but also have a great knowledge about and through Wyrd." Finn explained to the blades as they were gathered in the library waiting for whatever it is that Lenard wanted to show them .

Right after he finished his explanation, Lenard entered the room with four teenagers trailing behind him, confusion etched on their faces. Lenard halted in front of the large table where everyone was gathered, motioning for the teens to take a seat. Finn and the blades observed them with uncertainty, having noticed the runic markings on the newcomers' bodies. One girl, in particular, stood out, with purple pupils and runic markings covering most of her face – Runic markings, the intricate symbols etched onto their skin, bore a profound significance – a divine soul reincarnated into mortal form. To withstand the immense power coursing through them, the soul shielded the mortal body with runes. The belief held that the quantity of runic markings reflected the potency of the encapsulated divine soul, unraveling the mysteries of the otherworldly force tethered to their earthly existence.

Finn looked at Lenard, searching for answers in his lazy blue eyes, but frustration set in as he found no clues. Lenard, stealing a glance at Finn, smiled before clearing his throat. His rich and enchanting voice spread out, captivating everyone in the room, except for Finn and Elaine, who rolled her eyes.

"Good morning, guys. I have brought newcomers with me. These four will be joining our little group. Uh, yeah, you guys can introduce yourselves to the others and all," Lenard lazily spoke, his attention fixated on the mug of wine in his hand.

A boy of Timothy's age stood up, bowing. "Kenzo, no family name," he said, maintaining his bow before sitting down. A short and petite girl, seemingly uninterested, introduced herself as Milonia Hezebek. Another boy, Peter, with a scholarly look, radiated a unique charm. Finally, the girl with runic markings on her face stood up, eyeing everyone slowly, as if imprinting their faces in her mind.

"Good morning to you all... My name is Lilith Mendabich," she spoke with a deep maturity in her voice, resembling an elderly person introducing herself to a group of brats.

After the introductions, the rest of the group followed suit, introducing themselves. Lenard stood up with a smile. "Ahh, it seems as if destiny had planned our meeting... Ahhh, fuck it. Oh, I'm sorry; I forgot there are children in here. You are all so serious and tense. I had mistaken you all for adults." Lenard sheepishly smiled, and with a "thud," he fell down unconscious.

Finn stood up, going to pick him up and carrying him to his room. Finn had noticed Lenard's excessive drinking, but he knew better than to ask. Quietly taking him to his room, he sighed. "This needs to stop... All of it needs to stop," Finn proclaimed, acknowledging the relentless march of destiny and his futile resistance against the inevitable.