Moirai

In the bare hills beyond the derelict town, the few spared trees were exposed to the savage wind, whispering ancient secrets as they were ravaged.For a moment Atropos was transfixed by that tortured dance.

Soft sounds at her feet brought her back to the desert ground upon which she stood.

The creature in front of her was on his knees, hands tied behind his back, and a black hood over his head, mumbling incoherently. He was begging. They always do. And why not? You may as well.

Atropos exhaled and cut. And they both glowed gold for an instant.