Fate's Redo

©2009 A. Jane

Fate sighed as she stared into her crystal looking-bowl. The silly Lobo had gone into his half-state too soon. But then again…

“What grieves you so?” Amé stood with head tilted to the side, large luminous eyes gazing unblinking at the third Divinity created, pointy ears twitching ever so slightly.

Fate’s head snapped up hearing that voice, and there before her was the Source, the one who created not only Evermagick, but created the Mother and Father to populate it, and then created her to guide the lives and destinies of those who lived there. “First One!”

Amé smiled and skipped over to see what was in the large looking-bowl, long pearlescent hair trailing behind, a green gossamer toga fluttering about body and legs. “What is amiss?”

“There are times I don’t understand you, First One. Each time I see you, you’ve taken a different form, a different gender.”

“That I have no true form, or gender, I am free to choose which one I wish to take on each given day. Today, I feel like being a Pixie boy.” Amé twirled around, the grin growing wider. “Why do you keep your troubles to yourself, Fate. Mayhap I might be of help.”

“You have no need for me to tell you what’s wrong. You’re the First One, the One who came before all else, the…”

“Pixie!” Amé reminded her in a singsong voice.

“If you’re a Pixie, how can you help?”

“There are times you are much too serious. I like doing as Sol does and learning without the use of my power. So, why did you sigh so?”

Fate knew there was no point arguing and motioned to the bowl. “The Lobo went into his half-state too soon.”

“Why is it too soon?” Amé stared down into the bowl, brow furrowed.

“’Tis not so much too soon, as that it happened while the one he desires was unaware and so unable to accept him. He’s unaware of it as well, since he’s too worried about her.”

“And she is to accept him?”

“Yes. I have fated them as mates.”

“Why?” Amé continued to study the images in the looking-bowl. Raising a hand, Amé poked a finger into the silvery liquid, rippling the surface, disliking how sick the female Nymph looked. Amé poked again, easing the trauma to her head while Lady Arbor healed her heart. “She is a Tree Nymph and he is a WairWolf. I do like the WairFolk; turning into an Animal is quite fun. Have you ever done?”

Fate rubbed her hands over her face. When Amé took on another form, he usually took on the personality traits of that form. She actually preferred when Amé was in the gold genderless form used when doing official work, though that didn’t happen very often since there really wasn’t much for Amé to do that was official. Amé had created enough individuals to handle whatever was official and so was left with nothing much to do but play.

Amé looked at Fate when she had yet to answer. “Why did you fate them?”

“Because they’re in love.”

“Love.” Amé sighed, thinking it might be grand to know the feeling of such love. “Truly they love each other?”

“Yes.”

“Were they fated to others before this?”

“No.”

“Why not? Neither are young, both having lived well over fifteen centuries.”

“Because I kept putting it off since none of the individuals they came into contact with ever felt right. When I saw the way they reacted to one another, I knew that they suited each other perfectly.”

“Then give the Wolf a redo, yes? Since she was not aware of his change, and since he was not aware of his change, there is no harm done.” Amé skipped away from the two foot wide bowl and then started twirling about the room, dancing with joy.

“I’ve never done such a thing. My sister prohibits…”

Amé stopped dancing and glowered at Fate, lavender eyes narrowed, annoyed to hear such a thing. “You were created by me to govern the lives and destinies of those who reside in Evermagick, not her.”

“But she is The Mother. She makes the rules,” resentment filled her voice.

Amé blew air between his lips; liking the sound he created in doing so—like that of breaking wind. The gesture served as his thoughts on The Mother’s interference, having lectured her several times on the matter. “This is your domain, not hers. You fated them, so reset the fating until the appropriate time. ‘Tis not as if you undo anything, for they are still fated mates.”

“And if she…”

“If The Mother thinks to interfere, tell her what I have said to you. She cannot offer words to the contrary without a word from me.”

Fate nodded, hoping her face wasn’t red from the lecture. Her embarrassment was soon forgotten as she realized she had never seen anyone react in such a manner in regards to her sister. The Mother considered herself the ultimate authority on all matters, and yet… And yet, ultimately, Amé was the first and final authority.

Suddenly she wanted to laugh. Amé just stated that she didn’t have to listen to her sister when it came to whom and how she fated. She had always hated her sister’s interference and now she didn’t have to worry. She could tell her sister to kiss her ass. Oh and she relished the time when she could do so.

“I will heed your words, First One.”

“Goodie!” Amé spun around and leapt through the air. “So when is the appropriate time for them to mate?”

“The New Moon Frenzy in a week’s time. At least, that was the original time I chose for them.”

“Then it is so!” Amé clapped three times in rapid succession, everything final. “Now dance with me.”

Fate laughed and joined the First One in twirling about the room. This was worth celebrating.