Enter Cathine. A young woman of the water-bearer, 17 summers old and whom has a passion for weaving tales. But today whe weaves not, for a shadow hath shrouded her mind, and this shadow has no intention of leaving.
So Cathine, she walks through the Nature's garden, unknowing that soon her fate will lead her to be meeting face to face with Charon the ferrier. But 'tis not Charon she comes upon now, rather, she meets with Edath the teller of destiny.
Unknowing, she speaks with Edath. The teller asked Cathine for her name, which, doomed now she is, the weaver made a mistake of uttering. So now, Edath foretold what was to happpen, that Cathine was to go to Hades the next day.
Cathine, panicking, asked Edath how she could prevent this, to which Edath responded:
"So, you wish to learn the truth?
Then so it be, mother of Luth,
For this night is the devil's night,
When evil seeps and Lune is bright,
Lock yourself in room with water,
Lest Hades tear your heart asunder,
And invoke three times the name of Luth,
And forever wonder, carefree youth."
So with these words Edath disappeared in the veils of the sea, that which arises when the water charges the rock, and Cathine now, seeing that it be night chased off the shroud and hurried home.
Time passes as it always will, and soon the weaver had locked herself in the bathroom and hath turned on the faucets. Then and there she closed her eyes, and uttered a quick prayer to Aquarius. It went like this:
"Lady of water, water lady, hear me now.
For if ever my mother gave you her only
daughter, then I beg of you to protect
me now. Invocae Stream. Invocae Aquarius."
But the water-lady turned her back, for she was not strong enough to fight destiny. And her tears fell, and all heard her sorrow.
Cathine then invoked the name of Luth, her mindsprung son. And the mist from the water turned crimson hue, and the room fell silent. The only motion came from within the mirror; and that motion was the movement of Luth.
Cathine looked at the man before her, and she said,
"It cannot be.... but here it is! Afore me, the product of my thoughts, he is Luth, my mindson!"
And there Luth spoke, his voice betraying his 27 summers of knowledge and experience.
"So it is... so it has become! Are you not Cathine, my creator?"
"It is I," Cathine said.
At this, Luth was surprised and said,
"Come into my arms! I always dreamed of meeting you; if it wasn't for your thoughts then I shall never be! Come, come, and I shall thank you with all my heart!"
Cathine stepped forward, and like glass shattering into thousands of pieces so broke the illusion of the mist and the room. She stepped into Luth's embrace, and there they stood for a long time. Then, Cathine stepped back and stuttered,
"How... why...?"
Luth placed a finger on her lips and said,
"Do not ask how. Do not ask why. Anything is possible, and perhaps this is all a part of destiny."
And so the two, creator and creation, walked hand in hand unaware that the crimson mist, now upon the ground, was slowly dissipating.
Luth and Cathine walked across a forest, and there the son gave his mother a tour of the area. He showed her all the places that hath sprung from her stories, and all the weaver could do was be surprised at the details, for they were an exact reflection of her thoughts.
"And upon that bed of grass," Luth said, "A time I remember well, for under the witness of the landmother, I took the virginity of a carefree maiden."
Cathine, thus shocked, whirled upon Luth.
"How can that be? How is it that you've done such a deed, when words foretelling have not been written?!"
And there Luth gazed at Cathine, and he said,
"'Tis true the words have not been placed, but the idea has crossed thy
mind. Ideas lead to thoughts which in turn lead to power, the power of making things happen and the power of creation.
Let us go now, for time is short and still there is much to see."
And with that, Luth took Cathine's hand and together they strode deeper into the forest.
Creator and creation, they walked through some of Nature's bedding and came upon the Oracle. Seeking an audience, Cathine took the oracle's hand and asked,
"Foreteller of stars, knower of much,
For what burden saddens you such?
If thy be willing, reveal to me,
The nature of things that only Gods see."
And with those words the oracle shook with sorrow, for she knew the nature of heaven. And thus she said,
"Here you walk, so carefree and such, but you know not what has happened! As I speak, your friends and family weep for your soul, for they do not know where you have gone! Woe is the land, feeling the tears of Aquarius, for soon Edath shall come. An audience with Charon you have, and the teller of destinies shall make sure you keep it."
With those words, Cathine cried out loud for she knew she hath been deceived. And she weeped, this broke the heart of Luth who took her into his arms and whispered into her ear. And this he said:
"Cry no more, for a face as beautiful as yours should never be stained with the sorrow of tears. Destiny cannot be changed, not even through thought. But know that all this has a purpose, and that purpose is governed by the True God. For now, let us forget. Let us lay down in bed, and enjoy the last of the moments together."
And with this, Luth led Cathine into a cozy area where they lay, mother and son, creator and creation. And it wasn't until Edath came that they awoke, and Cathine no longer weeped for she took the words of Luth to heart. She followed Edath calmly, and it was the mist of the underground that engulfed her. Then she, and Edath, were gone.
Never in strangers should you believe,
For even Gods now how to deceive,
Edath, teller of destiny,
Is also Death to you and me.
So seek not truth, and thou shall find,
That the only truth is within your mind.