Idea adopted from Lazuli Quetzal. I kept the main ideas, but I've also altered a lot of things to give it my own personal touch, but I give the idea credit to Lazuli Quetzal

Warnings: language, mentions of abuse, violence

"What are you going to do with the boy, Chronos?" A deep voice asked in confusion and what sounded like fear.

"I'm going to send him back in time to the time of the Labyrinth," an even deeper voice replied as if the answer were perfectly obvious. The Labyrinth. Why did that sound so familiar?

"And you're going to wipe his memory of the future. How on earth is he supposed to save the world if he doesn't remember what happens?!"

"Listen, Dameus. If we send the boy back with all of his memories, he will be overcome by grief over his lost friends and siblings, but if we give him the memories as they are needed, he will not go insane or become so distracted that he will not complete his mission."

"Alright, but how do you plan to send him back? Gaea blocked the powers of everyone, even the ancient ones, such as you and Chaos!"

"Like this." There was a loud crack sound, like someone snapping their fingers in a silent room. The last thing that the semi conscious demigod heard was Chronos saying, "You should remember that I am much more powerful than Gaea, Dameus."

Why do these things always happen to me?! Twelve year old Leo Valdez thought as he raced through the streets with Social services right on is tail. He'd been on the run from another foster home, a highly abusive one mind you, and now, if he didn't find a place to hide, he'd get hauled right back to that hell.

Finally, his soaked black sneakers hit something with a clang, and looking down, the Latino boy realized that it was a steel cover that surely disguised the entrance to a sewer. Yanking it off with the little strength he had in his bruised, thin arms, Leo pulled the cover off, dropped onto the ladder, and replaced the manhole cover.

His sneakers make a plop! sound as he landed on the ground and began to walk through the dark tunnels, ignoring the putrid smells that met his nose.

*Hours Later*

Several hours had passed, maybe five or six, and Leo still strolled through the walls of cement, despite his weariness. The brown eyed boy wanted nothing more than to collapse to the floor and sleep forever, yet he knew that if he did that, he risked someone finding him while his guard was lowered. It was unlikely for anyone to come into the sewer but it had happened to him before when a worker had found him curled up in an alcove and dragged him to the police station.

Hisss! A noise met Leo's ears, causing him to jump and come around swinging, his flashlight swishing through the air and hitting the wall. The beam of light flickered, but thankfully, didn't go out.

"Who's there?" He shouted, scanning the area, but found no one. He brushed it off and turned to leave, only to cry out and wield his flashlight like a weapon. Three old ladies sat in ancient rocking chairs and all of their eyes were gray and gazed over, as if they were blind. The middle one held a basket of red orange thread while the other two knit these giant socks.

"New Destiny. Rewritten," they hissed in unison, unraveling their creation and beginning to knit in back together. "Choose, demigod, choose." And with that, they vanished.

Okay, Leo was seriously freaked out. Three old ladies in the middle of a sewer, knitting and hissing about a new destiny. That's weird. More hisses sounded from behind him and Leo began running. He didn't know how long he ran, but he didn't stop until after the cement walls faded into mosaic bricks.

That's when the fire user froze. This night kept getting weirder and weirder.

"A little demigod all alone," a voice spoke, causing Leo to spin around and face a girl with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Runes were drawn on her arms and jeans, and she was pointing a dagger at Leo. "Now, come with me or your fate won't be a pretty one. I also feel the need to inform you that I am not squeamish about blood, half blood."

The unarmed twelve year old didn't know what else to do. He obeyed.

"We got another one," the snake woman chuckled, pushing Leo to the ground. "Sssmells like fire."

The boy glanced up and went white with terror at the sight of a ten foot tall giant standing above him, a single eye blinking at the demigod.

"Very good. He will be a great show. Take him to the chambers; the fights shall begin," the cyclops commanded, his face splitting into a wide smile.

The brown haired preteen was yanked to his feet and dragged down a corridor, where armor was tossed at him.

"Put it on now," the monster demanded. Leo obliged, slipped the armor on with an experienced touch. He knew where to put what, what connected to what, where the armor had to cover lest he be cut in two. "Letsss go," She growled.

Leo finished quickly and followed her out to the same big room that she'd forced him into before. It was a humongous ring of bleachers that held horrifying monsters, some humans, and up in a booth, sat the giant and a blonde man in his early twenties. Why were humans here? Leo didn't want to be here, but he was forced to. These people seemed happy to be here.

"First opponent!" The giant bellowed and out of a corridor on the opposite end stepped a cyclops, maybe two to three feet taller than four foot tall Leo. "Cyclops."

"In this corner, demigod, unclaimed!" Leo was shoved out into the open and several boos sounded around the demigod. "Choose your weapon, limit of two."

All of their eyes were on the him. "A dagger and hammer," he said immediately, but he didn't know where it came from. He didn't know how to use a dagger and a hammer didn't seem like much help, but his gut told him that both were useful. Both weapons magically materialized in his hands.

"FIGHT!"

The Cyclops charged. Leo sheathed the dagger and raced forward to meet it. Using the momentum from the run, the fire user leaped into the air, propelling off of the creature's right thigh, and clambered up the monster's arm. Heating up his body in order to heat the knife at his side, he began to pound it's head with the hammer and holding onto it as it stumbled. Unsheathing the red hot dagger, he stabbed the monster's eye, causing pain to shoot through the creature (sure, it's fire proof, but a red hot danger to the eye can't feel to good). While it was distracted, Leo stabbed it in the neck and watched as gold sand poured from the wound.

The arena was filled with shocked silence. No one had beaten a Cyclops that quickly before. Leo sat in the center of it all, covered in sand and exhausted but he forced himself to stand. Just as he did, the door opened to reveal a burly man with greasy black hair and dark eyes.

"My Lord, I bring you a fighter."

The giant smiled. "Who is this fighter?"

"His name is Persues Jackson."

Percy.