Telling Herselves

The Vision hated the Earthbound. Ever since it had taken the Overworld and started killing most of the mortals, the fears had less and less things to do, much less the freedom to do them. She was facing down the hope of the world. The Vision was currently arguing with herself, sorry, her "sister’s"(created by herself mentally). They each represented a part of her personality.

"We should tell him!” said her first sister/manifestation, who represented her good, Clotho. “He needs to know!”

“No.” said her anger sister, Atropos, “We should do nothing but hunt him down. We need servants.”

“We should help him a little,” her calm sister, Lachesis suggested, “Leave him a...” she posed, musing, “a ritual, a list of what he must do. Give him a quest."

The vision looked at Lachesis in her mind. “How did you come up with that?” she asked.

Lachesis shrugged her shoulders “The same way you did, of course. The first trial... Let’s see how well he trusts his ‘Thomas!’” They were in the Godsway now, a chaotic realm, looking more like what ancient humans called 'modern art'. It was a twisting, warping tonal with the walls constantly changing, random noises coming from nowhere, and being occasionally popping in and out of the domain. Today, the Godsway was dark and moody. Little storm clouds rushed about, crackling with thunder. Tentacles lashed out at anything that was not a fear that moved. and a gray mist covered the whole scene. she walked briskly, with her sisters closely following. Atropos still muttered curses, as she did that a lot these days, ever sense that The Vision decided that they would start meddling in mortal affairs again. Soon they reached the point of the correct Mana density. The Vision thrust her hand out. Instantly, a rift opened and they walked though, forming into one.