The Fates Redo

Annabeth stopped the book from continuing and turned to everyone.

“From here on out the books will be spilt into perspectives of the people are from the future,” she said. “Don’t worry about trying to find out who it is, the book will say at the beginning of each chapter. If the book doesn’t say anything it means it is in the same perspective as it was the previous chapter.”

ASTRIA;

It had been nearly nine years since Astria was placed on the Castellan’s doorstep and her newly adopted brother named her.

“That’s a big time skip,” Frank Longbottom noted.

Since then, a lot has happened. The two ran away when Luke was nine and Astria two

Astria nervously laughed when the mothers of the room turned to her in concern. “I’m fine. Right here. Perfectly safe.”

and spent five years travelling, going from place to place, stealing to survive. They had even slept in a few sewers so that they wouldn’t get caught – yeah they didn’t like it either.

“Same dude.” Leo nodded and gave Astria a thumbs up.

When Luke was fourteen and Astria seven they met Thalia and then later Annabeth, who in Astria’s opinion was very arrogant and thought she was better than everyone, but Luke and Thalia liked her so she sucked it up… Kind of.

“Thanks,” Annabeth said sarcastically to Astria.

“Your welcome,” Astria smiled.

Then Thalia died protecting them so that they could get to Camp Half-Blood and Zeus turned her into a tree, a pine tree specifically, which created a magical border around the Camp, preventing monsters from getting inside.

This received many confused looks as people turned to the girl who was sitting beside Annabeth. How could she be sitting there if she was dead?

It had been roughly a month since that had happened and Astria had a feeling that Annabeth blamed her for it, which was understandable seeing as the girl hated her guts and the blame needed to go somewhere, that ‘somewhere’ just so happened to be her.

Annabeth winced and went to apologise but Astria shook her head, letting her know that it wasn’t needed.

Anyway, Astria was in the middle of practicing with her sword which Beckendorf had made for her considering none of the others suited her properly, when Chiron, the activities director trodded up to her.

The demi-gods who knew Beckendorf teared up at the mention of him.

Yep, trodded, like a horse. See Chiron was a centaur and a pretty popular one at that seeing as he was the very same centaur that had trained heroes like Hercules.

The first thing that Astria noticed about him was that he didn’t look very pleased, in fact, he looked guilty, as if he was about to do and say something he was going to regret.

The very thought of that made her want to hurl, after all, what could be so bad that it made Chiron look as though someone had squished a lemon in his eye and tricked him into thinking it was his fault?

“Wow,” Percy said as he turned to Astria. “And I thought my thoughts were descriptive.”

“They are,” Astria said.

“Oh.”

Chiron cleared his throat and tried to smile but it appeared as more of a grimace than anything else, but she appreciated the effort.

“Astria,” he greeted, but she couldn’t help but notice there was a slight shake in his voice. “You have been asked by the Gods to visit Olympus-”

Astria let out an excited squeal. Olympus. She would be going to Olympus. Maybe she would meet her Godly parent there and they would claim her. Maybe the Gods were finally getting rid of that stupid rule where they couldn’t interact with their kids and decided to give it a test run to see what they needed to do in order to look after their Demigod children.

The gods had at least looked slightly ashamed when they heard that.

Maybe Hermes and Luke would finally get along.

Hermes gripped Astria’s hand a little tighter.

But then all those thoughts were quickly pushed away when she noticed how pale Chiron had gotten and the fact that his face was all twisted; he looked like he had swallowed the imaginary lemon that had been squeezed into his eyes.

“What is it with you and lemons?” Nico asked in confusion.

“No idea,” Astria shrugged. “Honestly couldn’t tell ya.”

“My dear,” he said before taking a deep breath. “The visit is not what you are thinking of, that I can tell you, but I cannot tell you anything else. That is for the Gods to do.”

He gave her a sad smile but he still looked and basically reeked of guilt.

But why?

Chiron motioned her to walk with him which she did so hesitantly before noticing that they were walking toward the Big House where she could see Mr D sitting inside from one of the windows. Chiron opened the door for her and she took that as her que to walk inside.

Mr D looked up and she could see a glint of madness in his eye as well as satisfaction, as though he was finally getting something he had been waiting for.

“That’s never good,” Percy said. None of them had been able to see each other’s chapters, the Fates had said something about wanting them to understand each other more as well which in Percy’s opinion was stupid considering that it would all be erased and re-done.

Mr D was the camps director and one of the twelve Olympian Gods; Dionysus to be specific, the God of wine. You’re probably wondering what he’s doing with Demigods if he’s a God and should be able to do what he wants – well that last part is actually the reason why he was there. He had attempted to ‘have fun’ with an off-limit Nymph. This was the Punishment that his father, Zeus, had given him - think of it like house arrest, though she was pretty sure he had like a hundred more years before it was over. You’re also probably wondering why she’s referring to him as Mr D rather than his actual name, right?

“Do you have Legilimency?” Sirius asked his future daughter.

“I didn’t then,” was all she said.

Well names had power.

Literally.

She had almost summoned Kindly Ones on her and Luke when she was three because she had been learning to read and almost said their names aloud and would’ve if Luke hadn’t stopped her.

“Ah,” Astria smiled. “Good times.”

She decided to ignore all the looks of disbelief she was getting.

Mr D grinned and that alone was enough to terrify her. Mr D never grinned at the Demigods, much less gave them any attention unless pushed to by Chiron. He hated them, often referred to them as torturers devils that were made to make his life worse.

It was an exaggeration, obviously, but Astria couldn’t blame him, seeing as he was also banned from drinking any kind of alcohol including wine – the very thing he created.

“Thank you!” Mr D said as he motioned to Astria. “Alisa understands.”

Astria didn’t bother correcting him on her name.

Mr D stood up and stretched, still in an unnaturally good mood.

“Well, we best be off,” he said as he grabbed onto Astria’s shoulder. “We don’t want to make dear old dad more upset than he already is.”

Wait, what?

Zeus was upset? Now that she thought about it, it had been thundering all day. But why? And what did it have to do with her?

“That’s definitely not good,” Percy said before he noticed the nervous glances Astria and Jason were sharing. What was happening and why did Jason know?

She didn’t have time to ask any of this as Mr D transported them to Olympus.

‘I hope I never have to do that again,’ she thought as she curled her arms around her stomach and forced herself not to throw up. It felt as though her insides her were twisting and collapsing on each other before they finally freed themselves to breath.

“I had to do that again,” Astria grimaced. “Like multiple times.”

Astria took a deep breath before looked up and her jaw dropped. Olympus was more beautiful than anything she’d ever seen. The room that they were in had twelve thrones which each God sat in. Each of the thrones had a unique design or something that was added to it to make sure that people knew whose throne they were facing. She could see the designs on some of them, so she figured they were probably the symbols of the gods, but others, like Demeter had plants crawling up and around their thrones.

Gaps of awe rang throughout the hall.

They weren’t gonna feel that away in a couple of minutes, Astria thought

There were white pillars around the room which made it seem bigger than it actually was. Some were cracked which made Astria wonder how long they had been there, but she didn’t dwell on it too long. There were different portraits, all of which showed at least one adventure each of the gods had been on. The biggest showed the battle between Kronos and the gods with each of the gods running toward Kronos and the Titans who were also running at them. There were bodies spread across the floor of the painting, showing how brutal the battle truly was.

Those involved the wars against Kronos flinched at the mention of him causing many wizards and witches to look at them in confusion. Why did they flinch? What he like You-Know-Who?

Astria looked away from the painting and watched as Dionysus practically skipped over to his seat before the gods turned to her. Zeus had an angry expression on his face as he looked down at her, as it she was something both not worth looking at and something he wished to destroy.

The second part made her gulp a little.

“I’ve had my fair share of that,” Percy nodded at the book.

“We know,” Nebula rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that was creeping on her face.

Zeus looked her up and down as though he was examining her before he turned to the other gods and said, “we should get this over with, I do not understand why we are wasting time.”

“She deserves a chance to speak for herself, does she not?” Artemis scoffed before she looked down at Astria with a kind but cautious smile.

“And that ladies and gentlemen, is why Artemis is my favourite,” Astria flashed the goddess a smile.

Why did she need to speak for herself? What had she done?

“She should not be here!” Zeus exploded. It made her jump and flinch away from the gods. “She should not have even been born! We all swore! Even the minor gods swore that they would never parent a child of the wizarding world! It is the most forbidden!”

“We should start a club,” Astria said, wanting to defuse the tension that was growing in the room. Mothers had gone red with anger as had teachers. They looked like they were about to attack Zeus without care of what the consequences might be. “A club of forbidden children.”

“Yes,” Percy said. “So, what we’ve got…” He looked around the room and began counting heads before he said, “a club of six. Cool.”

Even though she was scared, Astria had a feeling like this was going to go on for a while – the gods speaking as though she wasn’t right in front of them.

And what the hell did Zeus mean? She knew magic existed but why was it suddenly forbidden for the gods to have children with them? It hadn’t stopped them before.

Apollo snorted. “I am so keeping you.”

“Please, brother,” Poseidon sighed as he held his head in his hand. “you act as though you have not sired a forbidden child yourself.”

“I never thanked you for that did I?” Astria turned to Poseidon.

“Yes you did,” Poseidon told her. “After Atlas.”

“Oh, yeah,” Astria said as the memory came back to her. “I did.”

“That is different,” Zeus insisted. “Thalia would have never grown to be a powerful as the beast before us!”

“YOU DARE CALL A CHILD A BEAST?!” Mrs Weasley finally exploded. She gave Charlie to Arthur and stood up in anger.

To be honest, Astria was surprised she hadn’t earlier.

“MY DAUGHTER AT THAT?!”

Astria froze. Yes, she had been adopted by the couple, but she didn’t actually expect their past selves to accept her so quickly, but they had. All they had been told was that they adopted her and they didn’t even question it – just like that, she was family.

“You have to understand,” Zeus looked nervous for once. But he had a lot of reason too. Molly’s magic was causing the whole room to shake, glasses exploded and people had to duck to avoid it.

It satisfied Astria to see Zeus, King of the Gods scared, though she wouldn’t admit it aloud. She wasn’t that suicidal – not anymore at least.

“UNDERSTAND?! MY DAUGHTER IS NOT A BEAST! SHE IS A CHILD AND YOU WILL TREAT HER AS SUCH NEXT TIME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!” Then she turned to the other gods and goddesses who were shocked at the level of power Molly had. “I’M TALKING TO YOU AS WELL!”

“Uh, Molly,” Astria interrupted as she raised her hand slightly. “You don’t need to say that to Artemis, Apollo, Hermes, Hades or Poseidon. They protected me.”

Molly took a deep breath and the rattling and exploding of glasses stopped. People crept from under the tables as Dumbledore quickly cleaned the mess with a wave of his wand.

“Of course, dear,” Molly said as she walked up to her and grabbed her face and stroked her cheeks. “Then they won’t need to understand me.” Molly smiled at the gods and goddess that Astria mentioned before pulling Astria with her away from the gods so that she was sat with her, Arthur, Charlie and Bill.

Beast?

This is what she was being called now? A beast? She didn’t ask to be born, much less expect to live as long as she had and yet, here she was, in front of the gods as they were pretty much discussing whether or not she should be there.

A part of her was scared that the final verdict would be to kill her.

“Must we do this with the child here,” Demeter said as she motioned toward her. “She is shaking.”

And so, she was. Astria hadn’t noticed it until now, but there was a slight tremor in her body and her breathing had picked up slightly. Gods it was embarrassing.

Molly glared at the gods but Astria hugged her which calmed her down slightly.

“I’ll lead her out,” Artemis offered before she stood from her throne and shrank down in size so that she could take Astria’s arm and lead her to a different room.

Astria had meant to thank Artemis for leading her from the throne room but all that escaped her was, “why is everything red?”

That seemed to ease the tension slightly as there were a few chuckles around the room. Even Molly had eased up slightly.

It was true. The room was red. Extremely red. The walls were painted red, the paintings all had a huge splash of red to them, the floor was red, the couches were red, the coffee table was red – even the cups were red.

Artemis chuckled slightly before shaking her head, “I do not know.”

Then she turned serious.

“My dear,” she said as she placed both hands on the seven year olds shoulders. “I am sure you are very confused and for that I am sorry. When we found out about you, we became worried. Cautious… There is a prophecy that speaks of a young girl who is divided between two worlds – our world and the magical world. It speaks that she will either be the one to save everyone in these worlds or destroy them both and create war between them. Now, for that very reason every god has taken an oath to never parent a child with someone from the wizarding community, but it seems that a god or goddess has decided to break this pact and therefore created you.”

That couldn’t be true. She would never cause a war. Why would she? She didn’t have a reason to fight with anyone seeing as the only person she had left was Luke and she would never fight him.

“That aged well,” Astria muttered in Molly’s side.

And sure, there were bullies at Camp but that wasn’t enough reason to start a war.

At her silence, Artemis continued.

“My father wishes to kill you-“

“YOU WHAT?!” Molly screeched.

“He doesn’t anymore,” Astria rushed out. She quickly turned to Zeus who paled slightly. “Right?”

“Of course,” he said as he moved away from Molly’s line of sight.

“What?! But I haven’t done anything?!-”

“It’s not about what you have done, it’s about what you might do,” Artemis corrected. “But there is a way for this to go in your favor.”

“No offence,” Astria said. “And please no one be mad when I say this, but I kinda wish I died then. Would’ve been a lot better then what I got.”

Sirius paled. He could already tell that he wasn’t there for her childhood. Something had clearly happened for him to not be raising her, but for her to say she would have rather died at age seven than experience whatever happens in the upcoming chapters and books made him nervous. What the hell happens to his daughter?

“How?” she asked, her voice going timid once again.

“You can make an oath to never betray the gods,” Artemis said. “To never cause war and to fight with the gods when they need help. You must swear it to the River Styx – but only when you are called back in. I will persuade my father to let you speak and that is when you shall say it. I hope it will be enough.”

There were multiple gasps coming from the demigods of the room as they turned to Astria. The fact that was the only way to save her life was devastating considering the effects that were to happen if she were to ever break the oath.

Annabeth frowned. That explained a lot more than it should have.

Astria nodded as she couldn’t speak. Making a promise to the River Styx, especially one like this was risky, but it was the only thing that she could do to ensure she would make it out of Olympus alive.

Artemis squeezed her shoulders before she left. It was only then that Astria realised as Artemis opened the door that she couldn’t hear anything from outside the room when the door was shut.

She had no idea how long she had been waiting there for. It felt like hours before the door was opened and Artemis lead her back into the throne room.

“Artemis wishes for me to let you speak,” Zeus said angrily, most likely upset that he couldn’t smite her on the spot. “So, speak your defense.”

Astria took a deep breath, glancing over at Artemis who nodded encouragingly.

“I will not betray the gods,” she said, her voice slightly wobbling, but she ignored and continued. “I will never cause war and I will help the Gods when needed. I swear it on the River Styx.”

Thunder crashed and the gods gasped. The only one who didn’t move or show any emotion was Artemis, but that was to be expected.

Zeus turned to Artemis, a face full of fury. “You put her up to this?!”

“No, she didn’t,” Astria rushed causing the god of the sky to turn to her. “I read about it and I thought that it might help.”

“Thank you,” Artemis said as she looked over at Astria. Zeus looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately didn’t most likely not wanting to feel Molly’s wrath again.

It wasn’t exactly a lie. She had read about the River Styx and what it mean to make an oath on it.

“Then what did you talk about when you left?”

“I asked why the room was so red.”

Apollo began laughing so much that he almost fell off his throne.

“That’s incredible, oh, we have to keep her. Let me keep her.”

“Still keeping you.”

If that’s what it took to stay alive she’d let even Zeus keep her.

“Not anymore I wouldn’t.”

Zeus raised an unimpressed eyebrow toward his son before he sighed and sunk down into his chair.

“She swore father,” Artemis said, but it almost sounded like she was pleading with him. “She will die if she breaks it.”

Zeus sighed once again before he eventually nodded. Ares shrunk down in disappointment as the other gods came to the same agreement.

“She can live,” Zeus decided as Astria nearly fainted with relief. “Dionysus, take her back to camp.”

The god groaned and glared at Astria like it was her fault before he walked toward her and transported them back to camp.

This time she threw up.

Groans of disgust could be heard.

Dionysus jumped back in disgust before he quickly cleaned it away, muttering what sounded like, “I don’t need Ariana’s guts on my shoes.”

Astria guessed that Chiron knew they were back because the door slammed open and he was standing there, his face full of relief.

“Oh, thank the gods,” he said before he trodded over to Astria and scooped her up in his arms, not caring about the puke that was around her mouth. Astria struggled to breath in the centaurs’ hold but was secretly relieved.

“Oh,” Molly said as she pulled Astria closer. “I never thought I’d say this about a centaur, but I’m glad you had him to be there for you.”

Astria could just see others nodding in agreement.

She was alive.

She made it out of Olympus.

And she deeply hoped to never have to go back.

“Yet another thing that aged really well.”