A/N: Hello, peoples of the world. Don't ask me why I decided this should be a thing. I have no idea why I decided this should be a thing. I just did. Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Leviathan. All rights go to Rick Riordan and Scott Westerfeld.

Chapter One

Even chopped up into pieces and thrown into the deepest pits of Tartarus, Kronos was still the Lord of Time. One day, he was bored (as he often was) and he decided to devise a plan—not a terrible one, just one to entertain himself.

Kronos obviously wasn't strong enough to break out of his prison (you wouldn't be, either, if you'd been chopped into pieces with your own scythe and thrust into the deepest of abysses—twice), but he could still gather and control his monster army to prepare for the next time he was able to destroy the gods (or try to, at least).

However, Kronos's last battle with the gods (and those blasted demigods) had proved to him that normal monsters weren't enough to achieve his goal. Kronos needed a monster that was more than a monster—a monster that was hundreds of monsters in one.

And that's when he thought of it.

Kronos remembered the 20th century quite well. Sure, he'd been in Tartarus back then, too. And he'd gotten bored a lot back then as well. In fact, in 1914, soon before World War I, Kronos had gotten really bored. But he'd been too weak to do much except mess with time. So he'd created an alternate universe—his own universe, hidden from mortals and even the gods. For awhile he played with his universe, taking real events from time and tweaking them for his own amusement. Then, if he remembered correctly, he'd just left his alternate universe. Abandoned it, practically.

As far as Kronos knew, his universe as still there—hidden somewhere in between time and space. And inside that universe, there was a monster—a monster that held other monsters—the perfect war machine.

That monster was called the Leviathan.

For once in his life, Aleksandar von Hohenberg was truly happy. He no longer had the burden of becoming emperor on his shoulders. He was going to London as a normal person, to have a job like a normal person. His men were happy in America, last he'd heard. Volger had just started to accept their half-Darwinist life now. And best of all, Alek was in love. So, so, in love.

"Good morning, Miss Sharp!" Alek exclaimed as he burst into Deryn's cabin on the Leviathan.

Deryn sighed dramatically. "What could you possibly be so barking happy about, your ex-princeliness?"

Alek shut the door before answering. "Oh, you know, just… everything."

Deryn rolled her eyes and plopped down into a chair. Alek came over and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Could you be a wee bit more specific about your happiness?" Deryn asked teasingly.

Alek laughed, but before he could answer, the floor began to shake violently. Deryn jumped to her feet, wincing as she landed on her bag leg, which still wasn't completely healed. Alek squeezed her hand reassuringly. He didn't know what was going on, but he wanted to show Deryn he wasn't scared (even though he was) and that she didn't have to worry (although she probably did anyway). Unfortunately, before Alek could get that message across, there was a bright flash of white light and all surroundings disappeared.

A/N: There's chapter one. I hope you liked it. Please review!