Disclaimer: Percy Jackson-dat shit ain't mine
Threads of Fate
A storm crackled above the looming obsidian towers, tongues of lighting lancing down onto the barren ground below.
This was his home.
A hostile wind echoed through the branching hallways, whispering its sinister desires to those willing to listen, spilling secrets that would never be spoken again.
This was his family.
Ancient columns towered towards the ceiling shrouded in shadows, depicting past glory of a forgotten era, a golden age that was now coming to an end.
And he would fight for it, whether or not the cost would be his final breath.
Kronos, Titan of Time, stood imperiously, with his golden scythe sitting at his waist, breathing in the silence of his greatest stronghold. Mount Orthys stood majestically against the blackened skyline, an impenetrable fortress brimming with power.
Yet Kronos could see the truth, even if his foolish kin were blind to it. Mount Orthys was crumbling, new cracks appeared almost at will-slowly, surely, it was crashing down around them. A reflection of his dying empire, the great Titan Dynasty.
His rebellious offspring were growing in power, his armies' victories becoming scarcer and scarcer. Yes, Kronos could see the truth-change had once again reared its head, eager to devour and destroy.
"But that's not what you want, is it?"
Kronos' head snapped up, searching for the location of the speaker.
"You don't want to die-but then who does?"
His hand reached for his scythe, prepared to defend himself. The hostile wind had stopped, all was silent.
"Show yourself!"
A glimpse of movement in the shadows-a body detached itself from the darkness, stepping into light cast by Greek fire.
Kronos relaxed, yet still kept his hand on his weapon.
"Phoebe", Kronos spoke levelly, yet the danger in his voice was easily detectable.
The titan in mention scoffed.
"Master", Phoebe hissed, with sarcasm oozing from the word. "You wish to be powerful once more, no? Your enemies to cower and tremble at your feet again."
Kronos' sudden interest was barely concealed, and the titan of prophesy cackled with excitement.
"And why would that be your concern, sister?"
Phoebe laughed with glee as lightning flashed across the sky above, for she knew she had already secured her victory. Her brother's greed and lust for power had led him blindly into fates web.
"I am the Titan of prophesy, Brother. I know all. I see all. I have witnessed what has been, what is and what will. Zeus and his siblings shall raise their own army: half-godlings, mortals wielding incredible power. I have foreseen, these mortals shall be your downfall."
Kronos remained silent, contemplating her words-an army of such power would speed up the wheels of change tenfold-the Titanomachy another sliver of forgotten history, left to erode in the ever shifting passages of time.
"Sister, what would you have me do? How can we secure our future?"
The titan turned sombre, her exuberant grin replaced with a stern expression.
"Perhaps…a champion of your own, Master. One who will spread fear with every swing of his sword, pull Olympus down brick by brick at your side. The child of a Titan. Yet the child of a mortal."
The Titan lord paced up the hallway, each step a resounding boom, then spun around and paced back, a puzzled yet scandalized expression across his face.
"You would have me defile our blood?"
Phoebe's face took on a firm, superior look.
"I would have you secure our lineage", the words spat out with venom.
A flash of fire, as the titan disappeared from the brooding Kronos' sight.
The storm continued to rage across the heavens, shrieking for blood to be spilled and brothers to cross steel with one another.
"Iapetus, find me the nearest mortal village."
-Line break-
Three sisters sat together, spinning in unison the threads of the universe. Three sisters sat together in silence, eager for the greatest spectacle in history to begin.
For this was a legend that had been set in stone since time was an infant. A fate that had been weaved millennia ago, waiting patiently to unfold.
This was the story of Perseus. A story that would span the ages.