A story by MedixNight1

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Deimos' arm slams down the god of fear's arm on the table, creating a chorus of groans and excitement between the younger family members as they trade in the money and goods between them, surprised by the loss of Phobos. Their uncle, Hermes, raised a brow in surprise as well. However, Deimos did not share their confusion as Phobos's black pupils sharpen in annoyance. Deimos watches his brother shake it off, and offer a hand of fragile sportsmanship. He took the hand with hesitation, shaking the scarred hand together under the sweltering heat of Helios' sun chariot.

"You usually don't win that easily," Phobos whispered with a predator's toothy smile. Deimos is probably going to lock up his room or end up on a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.

"I won this fair and square, and you know that," whispers Deimos hesitantly.

"Lying won't help you, Deimos," said Phobos as he breaks the handshake off, stands up to talk with the rest, or possibly traumatizes some child with insects, so they have something to fear for the rest of their lives.

Deimos waits a few minutes before he stands up, feeling a surprising surge of power swell in him even more significant than before. He frowns ironically in dread, knowing that the suspicions of his wins confirmed. Deimos recounts his victories against Phobos, and usually, they happened near schools on finals days, and-

Thunder whipped through the sunny skies, wielding its roaring crack. Speak of the devil, or say the patriarch, coming to the family get together at long last.

As the god of the skies steps onto the grass of the park flashily with thunder echoing in their minds, Deimos feels an even more energetic surge of power from the dread around him like goosebumps from excitement. His fingers fumble with untapped energy as his foot taps away like a dancer from anticipated drama.

Up until that point, it has been a relatively normal at the party. Normal by Olympian family standards to Deimos, at least. Under the shade at the bench, Persephone and her mother are having an intense staring contest as Hades pet Cerberus in nervousness. On the other side of the court, his father, Ares, and his aunt Athena are starting their version of arm wrestling. His brother Phobos is on the outskirts, presumably terrorizing the younger members, while the other two love idiot brothers are probably sulking in the corner away from their mother.

And then there was his grandmother Hera with her peacock parasol, smiling at the chaos in genuine happiness. Deimos notices how her eyes narrow slightly in anticipation, how her hands clench further onto the shade in worry, how her smile tightens like a retail employee about to face down a rude customer.

He slowly slinks away into the cool shadows away from the summer fun, knowing his presence is amplifying the situation further. While he does enjoy a good dread fest and the raw power that surges from it is glorifying, Deimos wants a peaceful summer solstice.

He looks around for his sister Harmonia, trying to catch her bright green dress in the crowd. Nothing.

His hair is frizzier now, and within his vision, lightning bolts seem to shoot out of his grandfather's stormy eyes.

It is sunny in the Summer Solistice, yet a storm is about to crash this Olympian family's get together.