Saw a few people commenting that they’d read this au if it was a fic. Not saying that it ever will be but if it were the prologue might go something like this...
The Goddess Istus understands that she will have a child.
It is not within her Duty to interpret the fabric she weaves. She is not all-knowing, rather she is the agent of a greater force. Her hands move with Devine Guidance to weave the Story of all things. She does not know what the stitches spell unless the Tapesty reveals it to her. And it is in such a moment that it does that she sees it, as sure as anything she has ever known. She will have a child. The child's father will be Cyfle, the God of Happenstance. And their union of Fate and Chance will bring into the world a child of Balance.
And thus she pays Cyfle a visit. And then she sets to work weaving the fate of their child into the Tapestry of the universe.
And then the Goddess Istus drops a stitch.
She freezes, her finger stilling on the needles. The Sands Of Time politely pause to give her a moment. The Tapestry is not a perfect thing; the colours do not always form a perfect gradient in a pleasing order. They are ugly as often as they are beautiful; orange blending directly into blue, skipping the yellows and greens and aquas to grow dark and muddy between. She has seen jarringly acidic colours that do not exist in nature, long swaths of chaotic black, flat featureless white. But those are not flaws, they are a part of the tapestry just as much as anything else is. Not like this. This is a mistake. She missed something, and when she holds the fabric up she can see starlight shining through the hole. It's the most first such error since she picked up her needles on the Day of Creation.
Istus knows better than anyone that what is done should not be undone. She would never dare to unravel the threads she's already laid down. All she can do is take a deep breath and resume her work, forcing herself not to tremble. The life of her child takes form between her fingertips and she does not know what it says but it is beautiful. Aside from the hole, the fabric is pristine and so very stunning. The colours are rich and vibrant, dominated by the deepest purples and fiery crimsons, vivid magenta and luminous gold. When the Guidance falls silent she sets down her tools, she spreads her work across her knees, smooths her palms over its ethereal softness.
Carefully she separates the section that contains her child from the main body of the Tapestry. It forms a good large piece, enough for a blanket or a shawl. Her child will have the unique privilege of wearing their own Story around their shoulders. The hole is in the exact centre, small but nevertheless disfiguring the expanse, no way around it.
And she is ready. Or she thinks she is. Istus is by nature, a difficult being to surprise. But when not one but two children are born to her, surprised she is. She had seen nothing to suggest even the possibility twins. But twins they are, two tiny pieces of herself identical and beautiful in every way.
She runs a finger over the hole in the Cloth, searching for the Guidance to give her an answer. Slowly she drags her nail through the fabric, tearing it into two perfect halves. Could it be as simple as that? Could the sick dread she had felt at making the flaw have been false? She finds no answer in the cloth but the new pieces are the perfect size to wrap her babies, and the hole not longer exists. She pushes the lingering apprehension out of her mind and holds them close.
"Welcome to the universe my loves." She murmurs to their serene little faces. "Welcome Taako, welcome Lup. You are going to be amazing."
