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Secrets of Sun and War

Yeah I am really losing my touch with reaction fics...I mean I usually just make obsessive and toxic reactions, so this was hard for me to make 😅

Title: Secrets of Sun and War
(Made by me on AO3 unsername Sukunomo)
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The grand hall shimmered with ethereal light, the marble floor glowing faintly as if alive with its own power. The air was thick with anticipation, and for once, Olympus was silent. No banter, no arguments—just an uneasy stillness that even the most reckless god wouldn't dare to break.

The Fates had summoned them.

A wide circle of stone stood in the center of the hall, glowing gold as strands of thread wove in and out of it, forming intricate patterns that seemed almost alive. Around the circle sat the Olympians, their usual grandeur subdued by the gravity of the moment. Zeus, sitting rigid in his throne, glanced at Hera, whose expression was unreadable. Poseidon leaned forward, his trident resting against his knee, while Hades, rarely seen on Olympus, stood in the shadows near the edge of the gathering, his dark robes blending with the dim light.

The demigods arrived next, led by Chiron. Percy Jackson was among them, his usual sarcastic quip dying in his throat as he took in the sight of the assembled gods. Annabeth stood close beside him, her gray eyes scanning the scene with sharp focus, her mind already working overtime. Grover shuffled nervously behind them, clutching his reed pipes. Others followed—Clarisse, Nico, Thalia, and many more, each wearing varying expressions of curiosity and apprehension.

"Why are we here?" Percy whispered to Annabeth, his voice barely audible.

Before she could answer, a loud, reverberating voice echoed through the chamber.

"Because the threads of destiny have grown tangled," said Clotho, her figure materializing on the glowing circle. She was joined by her sisters, Lachesis and Atropos, who flanked her, their ageless faces solemn and commanding. The three Fates, wielders of destiny, stood together as one, their very presence commanding silence.

"The tapestry of fate is no longer stable," Lachesis continued, her voice carrying an almost musical quality. "The choices of gods and mortals alike have caused ripples far beyond what we foresaw."

Atropos stepped forward, her shears glinting in the light. "There are truths you must all witness, actions you must understand. For if left unchecked, these threads will unravel completely."

A murmur spread through the crowd, but Clotho raised her hand, silencing them. "We have called you here to watch what was, what is, and what could be. What you learn will determine the course of your futures."

"Watch?" Zeus rumbled, his tone suspicious. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

The Fates shared a look, then Clotho waved her hand. The circle before them glowed brighter, and an image began to take shape within its golden threads—a scene that felt so real, so vivid, it was as though they were standing inside it.

"This is not just watching," Clotho said, her voice heavy with meaning. "This is witnessing. And you will see things that may change everything you thought you knew."

The gods and demigods leaned forward, their curiosity outweighing their fear.

And so, the first vision began.

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Secrets of Sun and War

For centuries, Olympus had thrived on its drama, secrets, and divine chaos. The gods' interactions were a source of constant amusement—and occasional disaster—for mortals and immortals alike. Yet, amidst the chaos, one secret remained untold: Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun, were married.