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The Fates’ Intervention

Summary:

Percy and the demigods get sent to the past to read the books along with gods and demigods of old times.

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Notes:

Don’t expect that much this is my second work and the first one was like less that 600 words.
I’ll do my best tho. I don’t speak English so feel free to correct me. Pls comment you suggestions. Also this is kinda slow burn. I haven’t planned the chapters out but I have an idea of what I’m doing. Also the other chapters will be much longer dw💋💋💋

Chapter 1: The fates’ plans

Chapter Text

   Atropos - the inevitable, the unescapable, the epitome of death sighed as she ran her eyes along the threads in front of her. The lives of so many people she and her sisters had used as pawns to serve as actors in their play. Only for them to stare in horror as they go behind the grand drapes and realise that the show moves on. So many of their lifespans she had cut. But yet to no avail. The Olympians have made too many mistakes. Wasted too much resources, allies and time. For even them - immortals, have not enough of it.
   

   Death’s sister, the allotter - her exact opposite, remained composed. Yet however different they are there is a reason The Morai are addressed as one.
 

    Lachesis - the one who decides what you shall do in your life and how you shall live it gently traced her delicate fingers across a thread. Sea green and so difficultly woven there is no chance of anyone or anything ever unravelling it.
   

   - It must be done. - she said her voice emotionless, but her face stricken with grief. - Summon Perseus Jackson. - she commanded one of their most loyal servants.
   - We have an offer.

   Let’s make this clear: Percy was NOT having a good day.
   

   First he slept in. You would think that a good thing, but after so many wars every time he woke up late it felt like he had wasted his whole life doing nothing but sleeping.
 

    Second - an army of monsters attacked him at five a.m.!!! I mean who does that? I get that THEY don’t sleep but come on,I DO! And if you’re confused about the army thing, well, apparently most on the monsters on Earth have formed some kind of cult against me. Like these bitches really go to a temple just to pray to the spirit of my hypothetical death.
 

    Anyway was lounging on my couch in my place in New Rome. It’s kinda messy cuz I just moved in. I used to live with Annabeth but ever since Tartarus things just haven’t been the same. We decided that it’s better to part our ways for now,but we still look out for each other and are close friends. Even tho it was mutual it was NOT an easy break up. Well at least not for me.

   I was brought out of my thoughts as I felt a pull in my chest. I panicked and pulled back. Then another one. It’s like a vacuum cleaner sucked my soul out and spit it out somewhere else because next thing I know I’m on the ground throwing up.

 

     - My lord, are you well?
 

 I looked up and saw a girl seemingly a little younger than me looking at me with barely covered concern. She wore a elegant peplos and her hair was neatly pulled back revealing her refined features.
 

     -Yeah. I’m fine. Ummmm, sorry who are you?And please just call me Percy.
   
   She smiled.
 
     - No need to apologise Percy. As for your question - who I am does not matter. However I’ll have you know that I am a servant of The Great Morai and they request your presence. Please clean up and follow me.

 
     She handed me a towel and started walking away. I quickly cleaned up and hurried to catch up. I was summoned. From The Fates. Even I wasn’t foolish enough to ignore them, tho I couldn’t help wondering why they must see me.
   

    As we walked I looked around. Where we were I have no idea. But it was beautiful. With a sky that looked like it was unlimited. Clear and purely white. Tall trees with white leafs and golden fruits. A pavement made of crystal. Then I turned my gaze forward and my eyes fell onto a castle. Ginormous. Made of diamond, reflecting from the light that seemed to come out of nowhere considering there is no sun. The only sound in the whole place the one of our footsteps.

    My breath hitched as we reached the gate and the girl- the servant of The Morai - stepped forward to unlock it. Before she could they themselves opened wide revealing a throne room. In the middle three thrones. Made from obsidian with intricate and precise designs carved into them. On them sat The Fates.
   
   Clotho - the spinner, Lachesis - the allotter and finally Atropos - the inevitable.
 

   -Step forward Perseus - Lachesis said as she waved a hand at the servant dismissively.
   

   -My ladies - I began, trying to be respectful. - while I am honoured that you would allow me into your beautiful abode, I must ask, why you would summon me and why with such urgency?
 

 The Morai now spoke with union:
   

   - Perseus Jackson. We have requested your presence in hope of proposing an offer.
   
   
   - What kind of offer? - at this The Fates smiled.
 
 
    - Fear not hero, for this is not a trick. It is your choice wether you chose to accept it or not.
   

   - Okay…What is the offer about?
 

   - Well, Perseus, the gods have many mistakes   - at this he wholeheartedly agreed.- mistakes that we are giving you a chance to fix. We will send you back to the past where you along with others from your time and heroes and gods of the past will read about you and your fellow demigods’ adventures. We have chosen you in hope that you will be most likely to not turn back in fear and that you will stand up to them and force them into changing.
 

    Wow. That was a lot to process.
 

    - I accept. But I must ask.Who will be with me?
   

    The Morai smiled.
   
 
    - You will see.

   And that was the last thing I heard as I blacked out.

Chapter 2: The Olympians are always shocked

Summary:

The Fates: exist
The Olympians: 😱😱😱
The Fates: Blah
The Olympians: 😱😱😱😱
The Fates: Blah Blah
The Olympians: 😱😱😱😱😱😱

 

Percy: trying to pave his way through the sea of demigods *(haha sea of demigods? Son of Poseidon?😏)
Apollo: I love your personality. I love your voice. I love your looks. I love what a badass warrior you are.😍😍😍😍 (dw the enemies to friends to lovers comes later)

Notes:

Hiii I decided that this won’t be with lots of pantheons. Tho it will have a lot of ppl that weren’t from the books but are from Greeco-Roman mythology. Hermes will be shipped with Circe🫶🫶🫶

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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

   It was the winter solstice in Olympus. The only meeting during the whole year where all beings are allowed to be there. Nymphs, naiads, satyrs, demigods, major and minor gods. And all of those combined in the most beautiful room to ever be. The Olympian throne room.

 

   Mortals would have killed for a glance at such a sight.

 

   The meeting was first created to prevent conflict between the major and minor gods and give everyone a say in the decisions that are made, but now it looked like it was the only thing preventing war. Everyone was glaring at each other.

 

Snarking.

 

Planning.    
 

 

    Zeus leaned back into his throne. Things weren’t looking well. If the gods separated it would affect the very essence of the earth. Yet if they didn’t it would affect the ones ruling over it.

 

 

   Suddenly a light bright enough to rival Apollo’s sun went through the room. In a matter of seconds everyone was standing prepared for a fight, their weapons drawn and senses heightened.

 

 

   The light dimmed and in the middle of the room The Fates stood in all their glory. Despite them looking almost identical it would be hard not to recognise which is which.

 

 

 

    Lachesis - the one that decides the most important events in your life, was in the middle. Like a clash between her sisters she looked like she could make your biggest dreams come true while slowly destroying your life like a frog in boiling water. Silky white hair, unnaturally pale skin and purely black eyes.

 

 

   Clotho stood on her left - an image so ethereal that it could bring life into the dead. The same face and hair as her sister, except her eyes were purely white. Empty.

 

 

   Finally on Lachesis’ right was Atropos - the one who decides your death. Her hair,her eyes- blacker than Nyx’s night. Her skin as white and shiny as a pearl. The same as her sisters’.

 

 


   The king of the gods quickly drew back his weapon bowing deeply. The others clearly surprised  by his actions looked confused but followed suit anyway.

   

 

   Athena having recognised them warily spoke up:

 


   “My ladies, to what do we owe the pleasure? It’s not often you grace us with your presence.”
 

 

 

 The other gods’ eyes widened in recognition and glanced around nervously.

 

 

 

   The Fates smiled. “As quick as ever Athena. We come from the future. It is a dark place. Our plans have been ruined. Defied.”they spoke in unison.

 

 

   Apollo and Poseidon having a connection to fate sat up in shock.

 

 

   “But who would do such a thing My Ladies?” Apollo exclaimed.

 

 

   “You”

 

 

   Everyone’s gaze turned to Apollo who looked like he was internally going through all his life decisions.

 

 

 “Apollo what—“ Zeus began looking like he was about to blast his eldest son to pieces while having a heart attack.

 


   “We are talking about all of you King of The Gods. You have ignored too many threats and wasted too many lives on fulfilling the needs of your ego. In the time we come from there have been two wars. One with your father and his brothers and one with Gaia and the giants.But fear not there were people there to save you.”
   

 

 

   Zeus’ mouth opened about to say that they are gods and don’t need to be saved but a warning glance from his brothers stopped him.

 

 

 The Morai continued:

 

 


   “Demigods, actually. One of them in particular has done so much for you that you won’t ever be able to repay him no matter what you do. But we are here to make sure that you at least do something. We are going to send these demigods here along with books describing their lives. Then if you don’t change for the better from learning of the pain your children go through on a daily basis, we will be forced to let the cycle move on and put others on the throne.”
   

 

   The Olympians’ eyes widened. Hephaestus having recovered from the shock earlier than the others spoke up:

 

 
   “When will they be here My Ladies?”

   

   
   “Now.”


   
   Apollo groaned as he stood on the beach waiting for Poseidon to let him enter his domain. Because the domain of prophesy used to be his he still had to check some things over from time to time. He missed the good old days when he didn’t need permission to enter another domain. All he had to do is let the fabric slip a little off his shoulder and he could do all he wanted.

 

 
   Suddenly The God of The Sea stood before him and Apollo backlashed. He got that they weren’t that close since Poseidon got mad at basically everyone who isn’t from the sea because of the whole Pallas debacle, but now he won’t even let him into his domain?! It’s not like he would do anything!
   

 

   Poseidon looked him over warily his face blank.

 

    “The meeting is starting. You’ll say what you need to say later.”

 


   Ouffff. The meeting. He had totally forgotten. Apparently now, every year there had to be a meeting that the minor gods are also a part of. Like their opinion mattered.

 


   He and Poseidon flashed to Olympus and sat on their thrones.

   

   Apollo looked around and saw Eros. Looks like he felt someone's looking at him because he looked back and smirked viciously. The Sun god growled. That little brat.
   

 

 

   He looked over to Artemis and saw her arguing with Aphrodite while sharpening a knife.
 

 

    Then there was a bright flash and after a moment The Fates stood in the center of the throne room.
   

 

   Apollo recognized them immediately but waited until his father bowed to do the same because he was so shocked. The Morai being here could never be a good sign. Athena spoke up:

 

   “My ladies, to what do we owe the pleasure? It’s not often you grace us with your presence.”

 

    ‘Uh huh. Such a pleasure.’ Apollo thought looking at the beautiful but incredibly creepy women. He could never.
   

 

   The Fates smiled and The Sun god flinched.
   

 

   “As quick as ever Athena. We come from the future. It is a dark place. Our plans have been ruined. Defied.”they spoke in unison.
   

 

   Me and Poseidon having a connection to fate sat up in shock.

 

 

   “But who would do such a thing My Ladies?” I exclaimed.
 

 

    “You” Everyone looked me like I’ve actually done something. I have never done a wrong thing in my life. Internally I went over all the memories of my life decisions. They were accusing me of nothing.
 

 

    “Apollo what—“ his father began looking like he was about to blast me to pieces while having a heart attack. I flinched and started thinking about how to manipulate him into believing him. It shouldn’t be that hard. He was his favourite son after all.
 

 
    Hephaestus having recovered from the shock earlier than the others spoke up:

 

    “When will they be here My Ladies?”

 

   “We are talking about all of you King of The Gods. You have ignored too many threats and wasted too many lives on fulfilling the needs of your ego. In the time we come from there have been two wars. One with your father and his brothers and one with Gaia and the giants.But fear not there were people there to save you.”

 

   He saw his father opening his mouth but a quick glare from his brothers shut him up.

   

   “Demigods, actually. One of them in particular has done so much for you that you won’t ever be able to repay him no matter what you do. But we are here to make sure that you at least do something. We are going to send these demigods here along with books describing their lives. Then if you don’t change for the better from learning of the pain your children go through on a daily basis, we will be forced to let the cycle move on and put others on the throne.”
 

 

   My eyes widened. No. They couldn’t replace us. They couldn’t. Then I thought back to their words and wondered who is the demigod which we owe so much to. He can’t be that much. He’s still a demigod after all.
   
 

   Hephaestus having recovered from the shock earlier than the others spoke up:


   “When will they be here My Ladies?”
   
   
   “Now.”

   
   A bright light similar to the one before, filled the room and in the place that The Fates once stood, were a whole bunch of demigods. Some of them he could recognize from his father and uncle’s bragging pageant. Perseus, Achilles( for fucks’ sake didn’t he die already), Herkolean(Apollo didn’t bother to learn his name. If that being is that hated by his sister then he doesn’t deserve a place in Apollo’s memory).
 
   

   Then from in between the pile of demigods one of them got up and looked up at them and…oh me.

   
   
   He was beautiful. Sea green eyes so deep he could drown in them and never get back up. Silky, black hair with one blonde strand framing his high cheekbones. A upturned nose and plump blood red lips. His skin - tan with white spots in the form of waves and so soft looking yet covered in scars. Proof of how good a warrior he is. He must have such an amazing personality.
   

 

   ‘Well, even if he didn’t change (not like he needed to)and ended up dying at The Morai’s hands, at least he would have gotten to witness such an amazing sight as him’ he thought while sighing dreamily his sister looking at him with concern.

Notes:

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Chapter 3

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   Hiii guys! I’m so sorry this is not an update💔I don’t know if you know this but Trump has threatened the NATO countries that he could give Russia a little push to announce war against them(I’m not that good at explaining so check it out in google)While there is a big chance nothing happens there is also a big chance that while no one wants to admit it - world war three IS possible.

   I am a proud Bulgarian which is a NATO country and a quite broke one in fact. Bulgaria is not doing so well. If there was to be a war while we are known for winning many wars despite the odds Bulgaria will probably be one of the first ones affected. And I know there is a big chance it’s nothing but this has been motivation for me to move on with my life and get better.
   While I get good grades and such my mental state is very bad. If there is a war I AM only thirteen years old and I want to be happy with what I’ve done with my life. I just remember my grand grandmother who was alive during World War Two. She hated pears because during the war for two years the only thing they could eat was pears, bread and from time to time sunflower seeds. I’m trying to be a better Christian. Discover more talents, have more time for my hobbies and get a healthier body. I would recommend you doing the same.♥️♥️♥️

   I WILL probably make other works during my free time but this one is too stressful and long for me to finish. There is a possibility I’ll update but it’s a small one. If anyone wants to finninsh it themselves please say so♥️🙏

   Get better guys and wish me luck❤️

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