Chapter 1: The Reincarnation

-897 years after the fermentation-

Oh! What do we have here? Goddess Clotho seems to favor you… such beautiful perfect looking threads!

"Makes me want to, grab it. Don't you think so too Nyx?"

"Rather than grabbing it, I want to imbue a bit of darkness to that bright thread of life. But Eris, you shouldn't grab that, you'll end up creating a big chaos again. I'm sure the other gods and goddess won't be happy about it."

"Hah! Nyx, since when did you become such a party pooper?"

Instead of answering, Nyx seriously stared at Eris with eyes stating that she's not joking.

"Ugh… o-okay, fine! I'll just touch it a little bit! It should be fine, yep! It should be fine! A-anyway, don't you think adding a bit of darkness is kind of going a little excessive as well?"

"Eris, any form of life should have its own darkness to balance it out. In the first place, I don't know why this thread is so imbalance. I am simply fixing it. I'll let you touch it for 1 second"

"Hmpf. You are so uptight Nyx, boring!"

"If you continue to complain, I'll take it back. Remember, you are still on probation after creating that huge mess 997 years ago. Hurry up and do it, I was just notified that something is happening again at Iklopia. Morpheus is looking for me."

"Fine! I'll touch it for 1 second. It's better than nothing. I've been seriously bored and devastated with this punishment."

Due to the lack of attention, Nyx didn't notice that Eris added a little bit of her aura to the threads. It's so faint that nobody will notice it unless it's seriously inspected.

Only time can tell what kind of effect this will create to thread that Clotho is fermenting.

103 years have passed by since the incident with Eris and Nyx. Clotho started weaving the thread dipped into the Iklopia Pot.

A loud cry of a baby can be heard in the adjacent room.

"My child has been born!?"

The man rushed inside the room, excited to see his wife and his third born child.

"Marithe! Are you okay? How's our baby?"

"Congratulations, Madam! It's a beautiful, healthy baby girl."

"Bring her to me Amelie."

Marithe looked at the face of her baby girl with a pretty smile on her face.

"Oh… my precious baby."