A Beautiful Fate (12 page)

“Ava,” he finally spoke, “do I know you from somewhere?”

“No, I don’t think so. Well… actually, yeah.” I looked down and played with the hem on my napkin. “I kind of ran you over a few months ago at Perry Baio’s memorial service causing you to spill your coffee.” I could feel my cheeks turning pinker by the second.

Andrew laughed aloud and shook his finger playfully at me. “I remember that, and I thought I recognized you then, but you walked off before I could actually talk to you. Are you sure we have never met before that? You look so familiar to me...are you from the area?”

Ari spoke up before I could answer. “Dad, you don’t know her. She’s from Canada”

“Well actually,” I said correcting him. “I was born here in California; my mother and I moved to Montréal when I was still a baby. We lived there until I was thirteen, then moved to Chicago. I had to move back here after, uh,” I paused, “after she died.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Ava,” Andrew responded solemnly. “What was your mother’s name, may I know?”

“Lucy Baio. She was Perry and Margaux’s daughter.”

“Oh, so you were related to Perry? Once again, I am sorry for your loss.” Andrew’s eyes scrunched up at the corners in thought. “I know Margaux quite well actually. We are good friends and we run a foundation together, but to be perfectly honest with you I did not know she had a child, let alone a grandchild.”

Boy, did this not surprise me. “My mom was adopted. They weren’t close.”

“That’s not how I know you,” he continued. “What about your father, what’s his name?”

“Well,” I paused again, “I never met him. He died when I was born, but his name was Adrian Moirai.”

As soon as the words left my mouth the room went completely silent, aside from a few gasps and the clanging of silverware falling on to plates.

Oh, crap.
I should have just said I didn’t know the name of my father. Why did I have to go and open my foolish mouth?

Rory was the first to break the silence. He stood up fast, causing his chair to rub against the floor loudly.

“I knew it!” he said in his booming voice. “I knew she was one of us! I knew it from the minute I first saw her.”

Ari stood up, looking extremely angry. “We all knew she was one of us, you idiot. Weren’t you just listening? She’s Baby!”

Rory retorted by getting louder. “She’s not Baby!” He rolled his eyes.

“Rory, yes she is. She just said so.” Ari had an exhausted tone.

Rory thought about it for a second and his triumphant smile faltered. “I just figured she had some small part of us in her… I didn’t think she was Baby. I asked her who she was and she didn’t know what I was talking about.”

“Of course she didn’t know, Rory. She’s been missing for seventeen years.”

Rory got even louder.

“I don’t know why the hell it matters to you so much, Ari…”

Ari was about to open his mouth again when Aggie and Gianna both stood up from their seats.

“Enough,” they both commanded, and then Aggie looked back and forth between the boys. “Remember your manners when we are at the dinner table. And try to remember that you two used to be friends; it’s high time you started acting like friends again.”

I was confused and growing increasingly ill at ease with all the stares. Andrew stood up calmly.

“Ava, pay no attention to Ari and Rory. They seem to be having the same issues as last year.” He glanced over at Julia, then back to me. “Ava, may I have a word with you in the study? Alone?” He narrowed his eyes at both Ari and Rory and shook his head, irritated, then turned away from the table.

I didn’t say anything; blood was beginning to pool behind my ears and my mouth was dry. Holy hell, what does that mean? Who the hell is Baby? I just want to crawl in a hole and disappear. I stood up and followed Andrew through the house to his large study. He pointed to a chair and I took a seat.

“You’ll have to excuse the disarray,” he said, waving his hand around the room. He sat down in his chair behind a big mahogany desk. “There was a fire in here a couple of months ago. I lost nearly everything.”

His office was sparse. I could see little nails in the wall where pictures used to hang and there was a damaged bookshelf that sat empty. He pulled out a fire-safe box, unlocked it and handed me a faded manila legal envelope. The glue had since worn off but it was still held closed by a shiny metal clasp.

“You father,” Andrew began, “was a very dear friend of mine. He and I, along with my brother Thais, and Julia’s father Troy, grew up together.” Andrew took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“He was a very powerful man, Ava, but he made some mistakes that cost him his life. He gave me this before he died and asked me not to touch it until you arrived. Adrian told me that you would find us one day and that it was important that you see this. I should have known it was you from the minute I first saw you. You look exactly like him.”

Andrew pointed to the envelope and waited for me to open it.

I pulled out a picture, then what appeared to be a letter. The picture was of my mother when she was quite young. She had a radiant smile stretched across her face and her cheek was pressed up against the cheek of a man with dark wavy hair and bright, sea-green eyes. His smile nearly consumed the whole photograph. They were quite obviously in love. I knew Andrew was right. This was my father. This was Adrian Moirai.

I swallowed hard, put the photo down, and began to read the letter.

Ava,

I know that you don’t know me but believe me when I say that I know you. I have seen images of your life, and those images were the happiest moments of mine. I saw you when you were born, heard you cry. I was there with you when you met your best friend Mia and Ava, I was there when your mom died. I am so sorry for your loss, Ava Baby, truly I am. Please know that she is now here with me and we are happy together once again.

I know that this is all so strange. Every word of what I say is true. You are the key to life and death among our people. We are not like the rest. We come from a long, great bloodline of rulers, heroes, gods, and goddesses. Ava, you are a Moirai. You are Fate. You and you alone hold the power to spin and end the thread of life. I was once that person. You must know that you have a very important choice to make, as did I. We are not all good, and some of us can be easily swayed by greed. As powerful as I thought I was, I turned out to be a very weak man. I was tempted into making the wrong choice and I paid dearly for it.

When I was young, I met a man who introduced himself as a Kakos. This man promised me many wonderful things if, in turn, I would spare him and his kin from death. I made the promise of immortality, a promise I could keep only if I stopped my own bloodline. I kept my promise for a long time, until the day I met your mother.

It was love at first sight. She made me happier than I had ever been before. When she came to me with the news that she was pregnant, I was overcome with joy, but that joy was quickly replaced with fear. I told your mother what I was and what you would become. I urged her to flee and to never return; to keep my identity a secret from you as long as possible. My own fate came to me one night in a dream and once I saw it I knew it was irreversible. I had gone back on my word and the price would be our lives, yours, your mother’s and mine. You now have a choice to make, to choose between good and evil. A war has raged for many years between our people, The Kakos and the ones who side with them. You are the only one capable of ending this war. I want only the best for you, Baby – please do what is right, but know that if you do, you will be hunted.

Love,

Your Father,

A.Moirai

My hands were shaking and I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes.

“What does this mean?” I demanded from Andrew, handing him the letter.

He read it and then looked back at me.

“We,” he started then paused again. “Ava, we come from a long line of Greeks... not just any Greeks, but The Greeks.”

“You mean like Zeus?” I asked incredulously, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

“Yes, like Zeus. My brother Thais and I are descendants of Adonis and my wife is from Aphrodite’s bloodline. Gianna is of the family of Achilles. You, Ava, are above us all, untouchable. You come from the start. You are a Fate.”

I stared at Andy while I let some of the information sink in and he continued to explain. “The Fates’ number became fixed at three: Clotho the spinner, Lachesis the allotter and Atropos the cutter. They governed the figurative thread of life of every Greek from conception to demise. You are descended from Atropos, the inexorable cutter of the thread of life. At some point in your bloodline, Atropos and that of Lachesis were joined together, while we think Clotho may have been lost completely. Lachesis was the measurer of the thread. She determined the amount of time mortal souls each have on earth. When a person’s time came to an end, Atropos cut the thread.”

I shook my head confused.

“Your father told me you would not understand. He gave me that letter the day before you were born. I didn’t even know he was involved with your mother until it was too late. He refused to tell me her name, only that he was expecting a child and that one day his child would appear to me. When that day came, I was to do my best to urge you to act on the side of good. I did not know your name or when you would arrive and I am sorry I did not notice anything earlier. My family took to calling you ‘Baby’ and you have consumed much of my life for the past seventeen years. I have looked for you everywhere.

“Ava, I need to be honest with you. You hold the thread of life of every person in this home, and several more outside it. I promise you that we are good and that we want to help you, but you have to promise me that you will not end us all.”

The look in Andrew’s eyes told me that he was serious. I know in my heart that I am good. The choice was obvious to me. I would do what it took to protect them. I thought back to my dreams, the threads and the pair of sharp scissors, and finally realized that it was real. I was spending my nights taking care of my ancient duties, walking the halls of the dying descendants of The Greeks and ending their lives.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said softly. “I don’t want to hurt any of you.” Relief washed over Andrew’s face.

“Ava, I am not going to lie to you. You have a very difficult road up ahead.”

“Why can’t I just grant these people, The Kakos, life? If they want to live forever what does it matter to me?”

“They are evil men, Ava, and they cause pain, sadness and destruction in everything they touch. If they live much longer, they will kill us all.”

“Are you sure they want to kill me?”

“They will not cut you any deals. They are past that now. The only good you will do them is in death.”

Before I could say anything in return, Ari walked in cautiously.

Andrew motioned for him to take a seat and filled him in on what was going on. Ari loosened up when he found out that I had promised not to take them away prematurely; he even placed his hand on my knee and gave it a small squeeze. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes and he gave me a reassuring smile. Andrew cleared his throat and I suddenly felt embarrassed, but Ari did not give him a second glance and he kept his hand firm on my leg and his eyes straight on me.

“So was Perry like you…us?”

Andrew looked at me for a moment confused by my question, then understanding washed over his face.

“Oh, Ava,” he said with a note of sadness in his tone.

“Did you do that; cut Perry’s thread?”

I nodded and answered with a very small “yes.”

“Perry was one of the descendants of Apollo.” He looked at me more sternly. “You did what you had to do. It was his time; life will always be followed by death, Ava, always.”

I kept my eyes down at my knotted fingers in my lap.

“Look at me, Ava.”

I looked up as I was told.

“You did the right thing.”

“So does that mean that someday I will have to make that choice for you?”

“Yes, for all of us; when the time is right.”

I put my head in my hands. Should I run? If I went back to Chicago, I really didn’t think Margaux would try to bring me back. I could stay with Mia. I knew her mom wouldn’t mind. I could probably even find someone to rent out a studio apartment for me. I had enough cash. My old school would take me back; I was sure. My GPA was better than that of any other student there.

I felt the whole world swing out of place around me. My mind tried to grapple with the sudden screwiness of my life. Yet, as screwy as my life and my future seemed to have become, there was a certain heavy sense in what I had just heard. Why? Why do these people feel like home? I had never felt such a strong pull to anything before, and the pull I was feeling wasn’t generated by just Ari or Rory but by every single person in the other room.

Sucking in a breath, I looked back up at Andy. “Is there anyone else out there like me?”

“There is a very small possibility. A couple was killed about a year ago. They were shot by a member of the Kakos; it was believed that they were killed because the Kakos found a tie between the woman and Clotho. Some of us here thought that maybe that woman was you. I spent weeks in my study researching her but I could not find any ties between her and your father. She was a bit too old to be his daughter, but I do believe she left behind a small child. A boy I think, but we have been unable to locate him.”