Odd.

Odd is the way you would describe your recent days. They have been feeling rather...weird. Unnatural. As if someone has been weaving the threads of your destiny shamelessly, manipulating it to be whatever they want it to be.

And even more odd was the fact that all of it began ever since you met her. The goldweaver. The dressmaster of Amphoreus.

Aglaea.

Ever since you met that blonde woman, you started to notice something weird. Each and every day has been a disaster. You got into fights and arguements with people often, even with your loved ones, like friends and even family. Things have gotten so bad, in fact, that you cut contact with them, just bevause the constant arguements were starting to become unbearable to hear and witness.

And yet, you never got into any fights or arguements with Aglaea. No, the opposite - you two were really friendly with eachother.

It was uncanny.

You knew that something was wrong.

And you were right.

One day, you decided to pay a visit to Aglaea, to try and vent to her about all the events that took place in the past month. You didn't have anyone else to talk to, and you needed to get the weight off your soul in some way, so you thought that venting would be the better decision.

Upon entry into the large, ancient, greek-styled white building, you start heading towards Aglaea's room, with your footwear cliking against the white, smooth marble floor beneath you. Upon reaching your destination, you slowly open the large double door, only to see...

Aglaea.

With lots of golden threads floating infront of her.

But those werent just any threads - no.

Those were the threads of your destiny.

You clench your fists, a disgusting mixture of emotions such as sadness, confusion, and anger, fill your body.

What was the point in destiny if it was controlled?

Then, Aglaea finally notices you, but instead of surprise or regret, you see the usual, calm and reserved look on her face.

"Ah, greetings, hero," - she greets you calmly, as if nothing is out of the ordinary.