Once upon a space, there lived three spirits created by the gods, called The Fates; set each across a dimension of the Earth.
The first spirit named Hala wove silvery threads and set them across the land for the second spirit, Lema to measure its’ lengths and breathe purpose into them, while the third spirit Mera cut them at the right moment. Each of these threads woven, represented human life.
Time did not exist. Life on earth was peaceful, and people’s perception of it was simple. People lived until the purpose given by Lema to them was fulfilled, and they understood they were bound and shaped by the Fates.
They never grieved for death, because they knew when their threads are cut, it meant they have reached their limits, and that their purpose shall remain among their beloved, adding meaning and depth to the fabric of life.
But one day, as a boy named Harris slept in the comfort of his bed, a demon visited him in his dreams in the form of a god.
The boy dreamed he was that god, that he was powerful and limitless, but above all: Immortal.
The demon that came to his dreams left by morning as the boy started to wake, but behind it, it left a seed. Planted within the depth of the boy’s mind; a seed that would grow with him, to become pride.
As he grew, the boy’s parents and peers, perceived Harris as an ambitious young man who left no inhabitance but to overcome it. He mastered the sciences, trained his physical ability to its very best, and made travels across lands no human set foot upon.
They admired his knowledge and respected his courage. He became well loved by those around him and an example to follow.
But just like all kinds of Evil, Harris’ pride came masked. Proportionally it grew bigger with every conquest he made, and every compliment of his peers made his ego grow all the more.
Following his mother’s death, Harris was overcome by sorrow and sadness he found himself unable to overcome; sadness that resulted hate and made fire burn within his chest. He refused to accept that life was bound by threads woven by mysterious creatures, called Fates. His pride rejected the concept of having someone control his mother’s life, and it rejected the idea that these Fates also controled his.
Harris Decided to act against The Fates. He Decided it was time for humans to control their own life. Choose when to give birth, and Choose when to die. And so he set his mind to finding those Fates, and ending their existence.
Fueled by hate raging, and pride burning within him, he ventured across lands to finish that deed. After all, he was more knowledgeable in all the sciences than most of his peers, and had physical ability to overcome any feet, why did he not have the right to decide for humanity about its own existence?
Harris drew a plan in his mind. He would have to kill the spirit Lema first, the spirit who gave purpose to human life, that way people would start defining their own lives by themselves. Then he would rid of Mera and give people the choice of dying, and then, he would kill Hala, thus giving control to humans over all aspects of their lives.
According to his plan he sought The Fates, killing each at a time. It took continents and seas for him to find each, and along his journey, he flaunted his victory, not only over The Fates, but also over the gods who stood watching. And he rejoiced at his acquired skills, for with every land he set foot on, he learned more about his abilities than he could have ever imagined.
With each of his two first killings of Lema and Mera, lightning struck the Earth, and Harris prouded his superiority over the gods. But when he finally slew Hala, the Weaver of the thread of life, on the peak of a mountain, lighting began to strike revealing the gods’ fury. He laughed as he watched Hala dying, and scorned at the helpless skies. But as he laughed, lightning suddenly stopped, and something began to change.
The Earth’s atmosphere was changing. The color of the sky began to darken, and everything around him began to change its color, until the world was painted in black. Harris stood on the peak of the mountain where he had slayed Hala, unable to see. Until, in the very far distance, lightning began to strike again. One time after the other, lightning struck, each strike approaching the peak he stood on, until finally, it hit him full in the chest.
Harris felt no pain, but saw light burst into his blinded eyes.
He then woke to a burning feeling on his shoulder, for he was carrying a flaming, extremely heavy object. He looked up to see he was holding an enormous fire ball that was scorching his arms and taking all of his powers to keep steady, and as he tried to remove it from his back, he found himself unable to let go.
The gods were furious about Harris’ pride and his misdeeds. He had shaken the whole balance of the Earth, where now a total chaos reigned with the killing of The Fates. And as the gods gathered in court to discuss resolution for such disaster, they decided to create an abstraction, called Time.
To help humans mark this creation, first they set the Earth in motion in the shape of a circle along with other rocks taken from the depth of its surface, in the form of globes which they named planets. The Earth and planets were to rotate unwavering and endlessly around a fiery globe they called The Sun. Harris’ punishment was to carry the Sun and keep it in its steadiness till infinity came, so that his pride would never be the only fire he was bound to bear.
Harris’ foolishness was both a gift, and a curse to humanity. With the three Fates’ deaths, people started to give birth much more occasionally, and humanity multiplied proportionally. Random deaths occurred, often infants left the world, with no reason. People were no longer assigned a purpose, they were left to find that purpose on their own, often throwing themselves into dilemmas about their existence. Harris gave humanity something to be called Choice. Leaving them to eternally wonder, yet indulge in a freedom that most of them would begin to hate.