𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐘  ━  chapter zero
prologue. 

The day 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 was born, was the day she was meant to die.

You see, the fates seemed to have a funny way of knowing the future. They knew when a new life was reborn and when it was time for a soul's life to succumb to a deep slumber beneath the ground. They knew it all because the string of life was on their hold. It was their decision, for without them, unnecessary deaths could have occurred and floodings of unwanted souls would occupy the Underworld. It was a cycle that they were accustomed to, that is until Ivanna's string came to their hold.

The fates decide when and how an individual dies. That was their job. But holding Ivanna's life in their hands, they were clueless.

Every time they spun the wheel, Ivanna's thread broke. But that wasn't the weird part. Every time it broke, the two ends of the string would wrap around one another and reconnect as if it had always been that way. "This child is too powerful," Lachesis, the measurer of the fates, mused while watching the shortened thread almost in awe.

Atropos, the fate who would cut the thread of life, narrowed her eyes. "She is stuck between life and death, how is this possible?"

 Clotho, the spinner of the fates, stared at the short-lived thread. Never have they encountered such a delicate life in their hold. A life in which the child is neither to live nor die. A child stuck in time itself. "There are consequences to that, their parent must have sensed it by now."

As an answer, the once-short thread grew in length. Clotho spun the wheel, the thread binding around it until it was no longer what they had seen previously. There is always a price to pay for life, one would even call it an eye for an eye. The fates smiled, a sickly smile as if knowing a secret no one else does. A secret that hung between them.

For that was the day Demeter held Ivanna in her arms. The day Ivanna was cursed with poison in her veins that could kill everyone else but herself. A price that Demeter paid in order to save her child from an anguishing fate; for there was nothing more terrible than death than not being able to live or die.

And that was the day Ivanna was brought into the world, what a cursed blessing it was.

𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 was five years old when her father dropped her off at her aunt's house and never came back.

Dramatic, really, but that was how Ivy was brought into the Michaelson Household.

Eliza Michaelson, her father's younger sister, found the actions of her brother to be rather inconsiderate to his own daughter. ("How dare that bloody asshole run off like that!") Nonetheless, the Michaelsons took her in and brought her up like their own. She grew up forgetting her father ever existed. He wasn't even an amazing father to begin with, so forgetting him wasn't that hard, hell, she didn't even know her mother in the first place! So instead of calling Eliza and Julian Michaelson her aunt and uncle, she grew up calling them mom and dad.

So for Ivy, her new life was good. She had a mom who was physically present, a dad who didn't leave her alone for days on end thinking if he would ever return home, and two brothers to grow up with. Life was good, not the best, but it was the life Ivy wished she would always have.

Now, 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 was seven, and she was starting to realise that maybe she was a tiny bit odd.

Somehow every time she was out alone in the backyard, she felt a shift in the grass she stepped on, as if they were following her every move. Not to mention the pair of eyes she felt bearing into her small frame but she didn't seem to see anyone around her. Even on walks outside to the nearest store to get some pastries for herself and her brothers, a woman seemed to be standing on the far end doing absolutely nothing, just watching. Watching her.

Her eldest brother, Ezra Michaelson, seemed to think Ivy was a bit too paranoid for her age. Ivy, who used to brave adventures in the outdoors alone, was now begging him to follow her, to the point she wouldn't dare step out if unaccompanied. "No one would want to get you believe me, you aren't valuable!" He would tease her but would still follow in the end. Ezra cared too much for Ivy, despite being eleven years old he knew her backstory and vowed that she would never have to go through that ever again.

But the lingering feeling that someone was there seemed to still seep into her mind.

Unexpectedly, Eliza Michaelson has also started to notice that maybe her daughter was, in fact, odd.

Countless times she would see her daughter crouched down in the backyard full of daisies talking to the air by herself. She would laugh, her body rocking back and forth with the sound, or at times she would weave the long grass together nodding her head as if she could hear their complaints. Once, she swore she saw the tree dance the moment Ivy stood underneath it as if greeting her.

"Who were you talking to dear?" She has asked Ivy one time out of curiosity, to ease her worrying mind. She smiled a toothless grin, so innocent and pure.

"The flowers, they have very interesting stories."

Glass shattered onto the wooden floor that day.

𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 was now nine years old.

She sat beside her mother, singing along to incoherent words from the radio. Eliza drove across the highway. It was nighttime, and Ivy could sense that something was troubling her. Behind sat Jesper, one of Ezra's friends. Why was he coming along? Ivy didn't know, but she knew better than to judge her mother's judgement. She trusted her.

"Where are we going Ma?" Eliza glanced to her side where her daughter sat, a pained smile on her lips.

"To a camp sweetie." Ivy hummed in response as Eliza caught Jesper's eyes looking at her nervously. Thunderstruck across the night sky an indication of incoming rain, Ivy noticed her mother glare at it as if cursing the sky for their troubles.

"Is it the one in your dream, Ma?" Her mother gently held Ivys' hand as she nodded.

"Somewhere where you'll be safe."

Why Ivy had to be safe, she didn't know either. Instead, Ivy sat quietly clinging onto her mother's hand, and counted to 20. And before she knew it, she was standing outside of the car her mother hugging her. Whispers of 'I'll see you soon' and 'I love you' clung to the misted air around them. Ivy remembered Jesper holding her hand gently, pulling her further away from her mother.

"Why isn't she coming with us?" She had asked, and he just whispered,

"Because she can't."

That was the moment she stepped foot onto camp. At the same moment, she was claimed by her real mother, Demeter, Goddess of the harvest. That very moment when Chiron guided her to the Big House, in which the life she thought she had was in fact not hers to live. 

"Come child, there is much for you to learn."

That was the very day, 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋's life changed forever.

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bea speaks!

ANDDDDDD that's the prologue!! I tried a different approach to it so I hoped it wasn't so confusing to understand (trust me the paragraph on the fates took me so much research so if its wrong I am terribly sorry! just know this is fiction and yeah...)

An entrance to my darling child, Ivanna Campbell. So what are your thoughts about her so far? Thoughts on her powers? Honestly, I made it in such a way where Demeter never mentioned, nor did Chiron, the reason why she was given the whole poison thing just because-

But yes!!! That was the start I cannot wait to start writing her dynamics with the other characters because I just know it'll be something fun to see how she acts around people with the fear of killing them because her emotions got the best of her you know...

BUT YES, continue to give lots of love and leave comments on your thoughts, I'll (try to) answer all of them when I have the chance!!

I love you all once again <333