3rd POV
"Hold the line Romans!" A gruff voice yells out over the noise of clashing blades.
Atop the peak of Mount Tam, two forces collide against each other in a battle for the world's survival. Roman blades slash monsters to dust, the shield phalanx keeping themselves safe from the sharpened talons, foaming fangs, and massive arms of the monster army.
"Forwards men! Down with the Titans! For Olympus!" The voice calls out again. A sixteen year old man in a white cloak with black trimmings fights in the direct middle of the front lines. Mowing down his enemies as a demon among soldiers. Arrows fly overhead into the army of creatures, felling dozens upon dozens of hellhounds, cyclops, and dracaena.
"For Rome!" His men chant back. The army pushes forward to the Titan's fortress.
The past three days of fighting has led up to this finale. Saturn had decided about two years ago to rebuild Mount Othrys in secret. The Titan king hasn't expected an upstart son of Neptune to bring down his plans almost single handedly.
Perseus Salvador Al'Abdir had been a thorn in his side for the past year and a half. Ruining his plans left and right, eradicating many of his forces, and now laying siege to his fortress.
Soon, the army of monsters is no more, and the Romans quickly tend to the wounded.
"You did outstanding today men. It was an honor and a privilege to fight alongside you this past year and a half. Now is the time for me to face Saturn." Perseus holds up his hands to stop any attempts of disagreement. "You've all heard the prophecy. I must do this alone. You all have earned your hero's rest."
The Romans are silent until one finally slaps his sword against his shield and chants "Raze the Titans!"
The chant is taken up by the entire demigod army, the roars of a thousand teenage fighters practically shaking the ground.
Perseus nods his head and thrusts Alatair, his three foot long sword made of Olympian Steel and Imperial Gold, into the air.
"AVE!"
He pivots on his heel and, with a tangent of three other soldiers and Reyna, swiftly makes his way to the Gates of Othrys. Inside, the five demigods efficiently slaughter the remaining forces in their way. The occasional lesser Titan surrendering to them. Soon, they had made their way to the Throne Room.
In the middle of the room were five obsidian thrones were being rebuilt. Bricks of obsidian levitating from the ground and positioning themselves on the thrones. Soon, a golden liquid is plastered onto it, and the brick sets itself into the throne.
In the middle of the semicircle of thrones, was a giant of a man, facing a large throne that was the same shade of gold as his eyes.
The Throne Of Saturn.
The time had come for Perseus to complete his destiny.
"Saturn!" He bellows out, catching the Titan's attention. The King of the Titans turns around and sneers at him.
"Perseus Salvador Al'Abdir. Of course it is you."
"It's over you tyrant! Your army is razed, your generals slain or captured, and your kingdom surrounded by a thousand strong Romans." Perseus replies, unsheathing Alatair and pointing it at the Titan.
"Surrender," He says slowly, eyes narrowing, "or fade."
"You think you have won sea spawn? Just because my army is gone?" Saturn laughs humorlessly. "Have you forgotten who you face boy?!" He sneers, summoning his scythe.
"You face Saturn. King of the Titans! I've slain primordials, Enslaved races, and soon, will bring the downfall of the gods!" He roars out.
"Over my dead body." Perseus hisses.
"That can be arranged." Saturn growls.
The two leap into combat, their blades connecting once close enough. Perseus is quickly overpowered by the Titan's strength and shifts his body abruptly to the left, aiming to have Saturn stumble from the lack of resistance, and follows up with a slash of his blade. Alatair tips across the Titan's arms, drawing silver ichor out of the wound.
"Insolent whelp!" Saturn roars, before kicking Perseus back.
Perseus, prepared for the kick, manages to just dodge it, and locks blades once again with the scythe. The two fought hard against each other, red and silver blood splattered across each other's clothing.
"You shall fall before me Saturn!" Perseus hisses. His blade locked with Saturn's scythe. He quickly unlocks his blade from Saturn's and ducks under a jab that would have gone through his skull. Soon, he is backed up against the Throne of Saturn, and is using all his strength to hold off the Titan.
Then the unthinkable happens.
His grip on Alatair loosens ever so slightly, which causes the scythe to slip past, slash through his shoulder, and embed itself into the throne.
The two combatants freeze in shock. Then the throne begins to glow and hum.
"What...what have you done Saturn?!" Perseus yells.
"It seems, we are about to witness what happens when time fights time." He sighs heavily, holding onto the stump where his left arm used to be. Then a white flash erupts from the throne and the two find themselves in an endless white expanse, with a single black and grey doorway behind them.
"It was a worthy fight Perseus Salvador Al'Abdir, and one I won't forget. Now is the time for your fate to continue."
Perseus was frozen in shock at the evil titans calm and...caring?...expression.
"This is what is called the Expanse. It's the plane between fate and the real world. This is the only place the living can act without being controlled by their fates. Everyone has their part to play in the game of fates Perseus. Immortals included. You were never ready to beat me today, and I had never wanted to rise against my children."
Saturn's eyes glaze over slightly before refocusing. "Out there, our actions, feelings, and ideals are controlled entirely by the three fates. It may seem like a petty power-grabbing move, but only them and their mother know the final outcome of this world. They lead fate to that final result, and only they have the ability to lead us there."
"It is time for you to depart from this time Perseus. As fate had decreed, you will be sent back in time. To a place far from here, under the protection of an organization that is only spoken about in whispers behind closed doors. An organization of Assassins." Saturn turns away from him and begins to fade away, before departing with a final farewell.
"They are your ancestors Perseus Salvador Al'Abdir. Or should I say, Perseus Salvador Ibn-La'Ahad, Heir of Altaïr."