Sanctum of Threads – A Few Days Later
Olympus. Late Morning.
The sanctum wasn’t loud. It breathed.
Warm light bled through the slits in the marble do above, casting pale lines across the smooth floor. Incense drifted lazily, soft tendrils of lavender and sothing sweeter curling in the air. Crystalline jars lined the alcoves, each filled with tiny runes and dried herbs, shimring faintly like they rembered sothing.
tis sat near the center of it all, barefoot, robe loose, a curl of her long blue-black hair pinned behind her ear. Her fingers gently rocked the cradle beside her, where baby Athena slept—quiet, curled like a little fla waiting to grow.
tis didn’t hum. She just breathed with her.
It had been quiet for days. A rare peace. No thunder shaking the sky, no divine decrees echoing across Olympus. Just whispers. Movent. Little things.
Like Leto showing up every morning.
The first ti had been simple. She’d brought fruit—fresh, washed, neatly packed. Said it was from Delos. Sat beside tis and helped feed the baby. Didn’t talk much. Just smiled.
The second ti, she stayed longer. Bathed Athena when tis was dozing. Brushed her fingers through the child’s hair like she was hers.
By the third visit, tis didn’t bother asking why she kept coming. She already knew.
Zeus.
She didn’t roll her eyes about it. That would’ve been too easy.
Instead... she let Leto stay.
Let her bring her calm presence and her gentleness. Let her hum lullabies that sounded older than the stars. tis wasn’t the type to feel threatened by softness. She admired it. Because hers was a different kind of love.
A sharp one.
A knowing one.
But that day, it wasn’t just Leto.
The soft knock on the sanctum door made her pause.
Then it creaked open—only slightly. And Maia peeked in.
tis raised an eyebrow.
Maia blinked. "I brought honey cakes."
Leto perked up from across the room. "Oh! From the Arcadian grove?"
"Of course."
tis gestured with a nod. "Co in."
Maia tiptoed in with a soft laugh and placed the little basket beside the herbal pots. "She’s still sleeping?"
"For now," tis said, leaning back against the marble pillar. "Give her ti. She’ll be reading before she learns to crawl."
Leto chuckled. "That sounds about right."
Before any of them could say more, another knock sounded.
This one heavier. A presence.
Then the door opened again... and in stepped Mnemosyne.
Followed by Themis.
Silence hung for a breath.
Leto blinked. Maia stared.
Even tis tilted her head.
Mnemosyne’s golden gaze drifted around the room before settling on Athena. Her voice was low and smooth. "I felt a pull."
Themis didn’t speak. She just stepped forward, quiet and regal as always, and brushed a finger lightly against the baby’s blanket. "Justice sleeps here."
tis narrowed her eyes slightly. "You two never visit. Not like this."
Themis replied without looking at her. "I don’t act without reason."
"And I don’t forget," Mnemosyne added with a small smile. "This child... she’s going to rember things none of us will."
Leto moved aside to make space, and surprisingly, Maia poured tea.
No one questioned it.
They just sat. Gods, Titans, nymphs. Around a sleeping infant. No hierarchy. No crown. Just... presence.
It felt strange.
Not heavy. Not forced.
Just strange.
tis glanced at each of them. "You’re not here for Athena."
Silence again.
Leto broke it softly. "You know why we’re here."
"Zeus," tis said flatly.
Themis didn’t nod. But she didn’t deny it either.
Mnemosyne tilted her head. "He changed everything. Even us."
Maia looked at tis, hesitant. "Do you... love him?"
tis looked down at Athena.
Then back up. "I don’t think ’love’ fits. I chose him. He didn’t have to earn it. He didn’t have to chase . I just... chose him."
Leto smiled faintly. "He doesn’t even know what that ans."
"No," tis said. "He doesn’t. But one day, he will."
Maia lowered her cup. "And what then?"
tis gave her a sharp look. "Then he’ll have to choose back."
Leto spoke again, softer this ti. "I never expected to care. Not like this. He ca to Delos once. Didn’t even stay long. But... he rembered the nas of my trees."
"That’s Zeus," Maia muttered. "He looks at you once, and suddenly you forget how long you’ve lived without him."
Themis chuckled quietly. "He’s chaos in order’s skin."
Mnemosyne looked at tis directly. "We’re not here to take him."
tis nodded slowly. "I know."
"We’re here to share the fire," Leto added.
For a while, no one said anything.
Just the baby’s soft breathing. The wind brushing through the sanctum’s open arches. The faint scent of citrus and cinnamon from Maia’s cakes.
tis finally stood and walked to the cradle. She picked Athena up gently and cradled her against her chest. The baby shifted, a tiny hand curling near her mother’s collarbone.
She turned back to them. Her voice wasn’t sharp this ti. It was almost warm.
"If Zeus wants to build Olympus with all of us... then we should know each other better."
Leto smiled.
Maia exhaled in relief.
Themis raised a brow, but her expression softened.
Mnemosyne nodded.
"Good," tis said. "Because if any of you co for later, I’d rather it not be a surprise."
Maia snorted.
Even Themis laughed.
Leto stood and stepped closer to tis, brushing her thumb lightly over Athena’s cheek. "She looks like you."
"She does," tis whispered. "But she’ll think like him."
Mnemosyne leaned back. "Then the world might be in more trouble than it knows."
tis smirked. "Let it co."
The wind outside shifted.
Far off, thunder grumbled.
No one flinched.
The storm was always there.
But in that sanctum, wrapped in warmth and candlelight, they let it wait.
They talked long into the afternoon—about nothing and everything. About past loves. Future fears. What they saw in Zeus. What they feared in themselves.
It wasn’t peace.
But it was sothing close.
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