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The Gathering

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Mount Olympus was said to be the abode of the gods on Mytikas peak.

The history goes back more than 2700 years or even more.

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Mount Olyumpus

In the Hall of the Gods, an assembly was held as all the 12 olympians were seated on their thrones conversing quietly among themselves, curious to know the reason why there seemed to be a sudden shift in the air.

It was the day of the summer solstice as well, the longest day of the year as the Tropic of Cancer is closest to the sun.

Just as the god of Sky and Thunder decided to intervene, they were startled to be suddenly graced with the presence of the Fates.

Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (the alloter), and the Atropos (the unturnable, a metaphor for death).

"Before proceeding any further, it is essential to bring some important figures who are the sole reason for this gathering to be held," declared the fates as in the middle of the Hall, emerging from a blinding light the silhouettes of the individuals became clear.

Hestia, Hades, Persephone, Thanatos, Amphrite, Triton, Hecate, Pan and Chiron were all summoned and quite confused with the sudden change of surroundings.

But their attention was quickly diverted as another bright light emitted in front of them, leaving a group of teenagers huddled together a little disoriented at first but quickly recovering and analysing their surrounding searching for any imminent danger.

Their stances relaxed when seeing the gods in front of them, but one of them was already admiring the architecture and the other was overjoyed seeing Pan, the god of the wild.

"I'm not hallucinating! You all are seeing what I'm seeing right?," the satyr questioned excitedly looking towards Pan.

"That was not there before, was it? I would have noticed a brilliant structure like that. If I could," She was interrupted by the golden haired boy standing in the middle, turning to look at them in disbelief.

"Annie! Grover! There are more pressing matters at the moment," he gestured towards the fates.

"Right...," they whispered, blushing furiously.

"Demigods and satyrs," the said immediately straightened, paying attention as the fates continued, "You have been brought back in the past. The agony and pain you endured can not be completely avoided but can be lessened. You, along with the gods of the past, will be reading the happenings in the future. More specifically, Zalea--" they were cut off by the same golden haired boy with desperation clinging his every word.

"You know where she is? Is she safe? She wasn't harmed in any way, right? " he frantically questioned them, seeking answers.

At the same time, all in the group looked towards the fates with a hopeful look in their eyes.

The gods were bewildered that someone cut the fates off when they were speaking.

"Patience young ones," calmly acknowledging them, "all of your questions will be answered. She will be joining you with some others shortly."