Flash Fiction Fridays (late) post 5

[rainstardragon]

 The Rend

The air sizzled and rippled around the fresh rend in the veil. With care she hurriedly stitched to close it. Mist continued to pour out and purple crackled across the clouds above. Hopefully she could close it before they felt the weakness. Too many years she had scuttled across this world repairing these. How many generations without any others to swell the dwindling ranks of the Keepers? Was she the last?

Her needle dove time and again to pull the thread from a skein in some distant room of reality. What would happen if the Norns themselves gave way as their assistants were? If there was no one to create the thread that became Fate?

Her own thread went slack as she heard a silent snip.

“Rest child.”

The rent was only three quarters mended and she heard stirrings on the other side. She plied her needle faster, weaving in what thread she had left to her.