The “Revelation” Cowl and the fifth chapter of Woven Stories: The Fates’ Legacy.
- Elena Acosta
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The “Revelation” Cowl and the fifth chapter of Woven Stories: The Moiras’ Legacy.
This cowl is explosive; its colors and textures burst forth violently, much like our brains react to truths or events we were completely unaware of. I would have loved for Justine to have been able to wear this cowl to protect herself from the cold while climbing that merciless tower.
For now, here are the first 14 rows of the pattern.
Materials:
Yarn: Torino Lm acrylic (80g x 6)
Hook: 4.5 mm
Extras: Scissors, stitch markers, tapestry needle.
Crochet Pattern: The Fates’ Legacy
Useful Abbreviations (US Terms):
ch: chain
dc: double crochet
sc: single crochet
sl st: slip stitch
BLO: Back Loop Only
FLO: Front Loop Only
BPDC: Back Post Double Crochet
Popcorn: Popcorn stitch (5 dc in the same stitch, closed together)
Start:
Begin with a magic ring or a chain ring. For the chain ring: ch 5 and join with a sl st in the first ch to form a ring.
Row 1: Inside the ring: ch 3 (counts as first dc), 2 dc, ch 2, 3 dc, ch 2, turn.
Row 2: 2 dc in the first stitch (same stitch as the turning chain), skip 2 dc. In the ch-2 space of the previous row: 3 dc, ch 2, 3 dc. Skip 3 dc, 3 dc in the last stitch, ch 2, turn.
Row 3: 2 dc in the first stitch. In the next space: 3 dc. In the center ch-space: 3 dc, ch 2, 3 dc. In the next space: 3 dc. 3 dc in the last stitch. ch 2, turn.
Row 4: 2 dc in the first stitch, then 1 BLO dc in each stitch. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. 1 BLO dc in each stitch, 3 dc in the last stitch. ch 1, turn.
Row 5: 2 sc in the first stitch, 2 sc. 1 FLO sc in each stitch, 3 sc in the last stitch. ch 2, turn.
Rows 6 & 7: Same as Row 4.
Row 8: 2 dc in the 1st stitch, 1 dc in the next 3 stitches, 1 popcorn stitch in the next (repeat twice), then 1 dc in the next 6 stitches. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. 1 dc in the next 3 stitches, 1 popcorn stitch in the next (repeat twice), 1 dc in the next 6 stitches, 3 dc in the last stitch. ch 2, turn.
Row 10: 2 dc in the 1st stitch, [1 dc in each of the next 5 stitches, 1 popcorn stitch] repeat 3 times. 1 dc in the next 9 stitches. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. [1 dc in each of the next 5 stitches, 1 popcorn stitch] repeat 3 times. 1 dc in the next 9 stitches, 3 dc in the last stitch, ch 2.
Rows 11 & 12: 2 dc in the 1st stitch, 1 dc in every stitch. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. 3 dc in the last stitch, ch 2.
Row 13: 2 dc in the 1st stitch, 1 BPDC in every stitch. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. 1 BPDC in every stitch, 3 dc in the last stitch, ch 2.
Row 14: 2 dc in the 1st stitch, 1 BLO dc in every stitch. In the center ch-space: 2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc. 1 BLO dc in every stitch, 3 dc in the last stitch.
For the remaining rows, I played with stitches from "The Complete Book of Crochet Stitch Designs" by Linda P. Schapper, and for the edges, I used border #25 from "Crochet Borders: Every Which Way" by @edieeckman.
Note: This pattern uses US terminology adapted to Craft Yarn Council standards.
Chapter 5: Woven Stories: The Moiras’ Legacy
The fifth chapter has been longer in the making than expected, but here it is.
"What are you doing here, chained up? Why are you young here, while my Fiona is dying as an old woman?" Justine asked.
"It is a projection in your dimension, Justine. Fiona is merely the mortal vessel that carries me in your world. Here, I am still young because my time is not yours."
"Who are you… what are you?" Justine stammered.
"I am what you would call a demigoddess, though your language is too limited to truly explain what we are," Lachesis said. "I would have explained it to you, but if I had spoken of all this while being Fiona, you might not have believed me. You would have thought it the delusions of an old woman. When you found me on the sofa this morning, I was only a luminous body..."
"Okay, I get it, or something like that... but we have to set you free. You can come back with me. Who has tied you like this to your own spinning wheel?" Justine asked.
"My sister, Atropos. She grew weary of our life and has long tried to take the reins of everything. She limits my power by binding me to my own Wheel of Fate... but Justine, even if you managed to free me, I could not return with you. Only my human form can traverse your world."
"Silence, Lachesis," rasped a harsh voice from behind the giant wheel, which, once gleaming with golden threads, now sat rotting, dusty and broken. That wheel had been Lachesis’s golden Spinning Wheel of Fate, with which she had measured and spun the lives of all beings in her charge. Now she was chained to it like one serving a mere sentence—a punishment, a torture.
Justine’s wide eyes darted in search of that voice. As she waited for the mysterious being to reveal its identity, she thought of how she had risked her life to reach the pinnacle of that stone tower, only to discover that Fiona was actually named Lachesis and had been imprisoned by her sister, Atropos. The world seemed to spin; everything had lost its meaning—she thought, remembering she had arrived in this "world" after taking Michael’s hand.
"You shouldn't be here, child," interrupted Atropos’s raspy voice as her figure emerged from the darkness. Her thinness made her black clothes look like a heavy, dilapidated structure. It seemed as if smooth planks of black, velvet-covered wood followed the shape of her skeletal body as she walked. At the end of her arms, as if bolted to her wrists, were not hands, but a bundle of sharp knives with which she had harvested one life after another for millennia. Atropos’s gaze settled on Justine with the haughty elegance of a crow; her tight, small, wrinkled mouth curled in disdain before she said: "For a common girl, you showed courage getting this far. Too bad you’ve come for nothing."
"Don't say that, Atropos," Lachesis said. "She is the key. She will do it. She will go on the Quest! I know she can; she is the child born during the Saturn eclipse—she can navigate between worlds!"
Atropos replied: "You trust this girl much like you trusted all those sad mortals, creating their wonderful lives and sophisticated destinies with your little magic wheel. And for what? In the end, they all must meet me, and their endings are always sad, painful, and quite insignificant compared to the greatness of the talents you gift them. It pleases me to see them end their miserable existences. No matter how much they flee forward in their own lives, they cannot escape me. All that arrogance they are prisoners of turns into smallness and vulnerability. That is why I chained you, Lachesis. I am tired of this story that always repeats itself. These creatures used to revere their connection to the world; now they are just wretched moving corpses. What little made them human has been extinguished. Only the predator remains, burning and destroying everything in its path. Anesthetized by laziness, the opportunism of vermin, and incomplete ideologies, they betray the purest part of their being. They believe themselves all-powerful gods. Lachesis… don’t you understand? Their clumsy substance cannot advance or become what you intend. They have become merely a plague upon the universe. I am glad to be the one who gives them a final look to end their breath and straighten the smallness of their lives with death, to end their masquerade, to finish the tyrant and give respite to the slave with my shears."
With grave certainty and warmth in her voice, Lachesis affirmed: "You are wrong, Atropos. There is still hope. Let Justine prove it to you. She can help us. Not all are lost; there are a few who have evolved, who know the Subtleties. Give them a chance. Let Justine go on the Quest. We, too, need an answer. You chained me to my wheel to take power, and you see it hasn't worked so well for you either. We were created; someone or something placed us here with a mission. Can we change? Can we take another path? She must find out. We are tired of being locked in here and living for them. Atropos, please—if you won't do it for them, do it for us."
"Does my opinion not count here? You two decide without even listening to what I have to say? What Quest? What journey? I almost died climbing this tower and you already want to send me to God knows where! No! I want explanations, certainties! Since I arrived at your house yesterday, Lachesis or Fiona or whoever you are, everything has turned into a hallucination, and I already have enough with my own sad, boring life that I don't know how to move forward. And don't come to me with 'I must save the world,' because that's just a ridiculous fantasy for toddlers."
"Well, the girl has spirit, doesn't she?" Atropos said with a cynical grimace resembling a smile. "Don't complain; we don't have time for your existential doubts. You will begin today. Your body awaits you where you left it, drinking chocolate with Michael. He will guide you."
"So Michael is like you... another demigod..." Justine said.
Lachesis replied: "Michael has had many names. He moves between worlds; they knew him as Mercury, others have called him an angel. His nets extend throughout all of Creation. Is he trustworthy? Neither Atropos nor I know, for he has friends in every realm. So far, he has never failed me. He is the only one I have been able to trust with all this."
"But this is madness! Just because Michael can travel between worlds doesn't mean I can!" Justine shouted.
Atropos said: "You are here, foolish girl. If you are here, it's because you can too, even if you are human."
Lachesis added: "That's right, Justine. You were born during the Saturn eclipse; your soul is strong. You will be able to travel. Go now, return to Michael, prepare yourself, and leave as soon as possible. You must find the Origin. He will also bring you back here if you need it. Go now, Justine. I trust you. You are all we have. And remember: if I die in your world, fate will freeze. No one will be born or die; they will wander lost forever."
I hope you enjoyed it! And no, the text is not AI; the video is, because I don't have the means to produce one, but the rest is purely made by my hands and my brain. See you soon!
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