1 Prologue.

The cold breeze softly traveled the atmosphere. It comforted despite it's coolness and provided company to the waiting Goddess.

A sigh escaped her lips. She could not ignore them anymore, not when they were at their end.

The young Goddess turned her sights to the three souls who, coincidentally, were at death's door at the same time. She closed her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again as she racked her brain for logic to counter her heart's desire. Alas, to no use. Her heart always won the one-sided battle.

Psykhe's eyes fluttered open and she gestured for the Muses to witness this. The Muses complied and a harmonious melody emitted from their heavenly lips.

"My child, do not cry, do not worry;

My child, do not tremble, do not fear;

My child, do not grieve, do not mourn;

I will help your strangled souls be free from your twisted fates.

I will help your heart start anew— help you be reborn.

However, what happens there will be all up to you.

I hope you will be able to change in this new life;

I hope you will be able to move forward.

So please, keep holding on.

If it's all of you together, I am sure you can change your fates."

With a mesmerizing wave of her hand, the three souls evaporated from their dead bodies and rushed to find their new shells.

It was done. It was set in motion. Destiny is in their hands now.

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