Authors Note (Please Read)
Hello there! It has been a while, and I am happy to announce my new fanfic; "Walls of Bricks". I have been working on it for the past year, and I am, as a matter of fact, Im not done as I say this, (November 2013). I am however, finished the first of two act. I plan on releasing these chapters every sunday until the first act is complete. I will release the second act the same way once it is finished.
First, however, I would like to share a few words with my fellow fanficcers. (Its a word now. I do what I want.)
I remember the day I round Class of the Titans from my childhood. I was very into it for a while. That phase has long gone, but here I am, still writing about this cartoon that I used to watch when I was younger. Why? As sappy as this sounds, writing about Class of the Titans has sparked a passion for story making and writing. Time, however does change things. In this story, I have tried to stay as true to the storyline as possible,but it has indeed been a while since I watched COTT religiously so some facts may be a little off, (I hope not, Ive spent too much time on this to screw up on small details. You may find that this story has a very different approach to the COTT universe. It is darker, and deeper than the original plot. I have done my best to evolve this to the matured audience of COTT. After all, many of us have grown up a great deal since watching the show. I started watching elementary school, and here I am at university studying Marine Biology.
I am not the best writer, I'll admit. I am no professional, but that is the beauty of fan fiction. Anyone can write! Scientists can write, high school students can write, people undergoing mid-life crises can write! I have made an effort to present good writing. The best I can do as an amateur writer.
It is also due to you, my readers. Over the years, I have received wonderful feedback on my work and I think that you guys are one of the real reasons I write. All of you! Thank you for reading my stories. This story goes out to you as a thank you for being interested in my stories.
As a disclaimer, I would like to announce that this is indeed a fan fiction. It takes the ideas and concepts of a story and expands on it. I do not own any characters nor do I the series. All rights remain with their respective owners.
This story is going to be labeled as Teen. This is due to violence, quite mature subject matter, explosions, and swearing.
IMPORTANT: This story branches off from the original story fore episode 49, so the conclusions of relationships, and the phantom menace pretty much never happened. This is the "alternative" story of how it all ended. This is Walls of Bricks.
ACT ONE: Destruam
Chapter 01
Chapter Theme: Everybody wants to rule the world -Lorde
(This is just a theme song for each chapter. This one would be the opening title sequence in but listen to it while you read! It will all be good music I promise!This chapter will be longer than usual, being the prologue/ premier!)
The cave was dark damp, yet the massive hearth filled the place with a fiery heat that dug deep into your bones. The flames leaped into the golden eyes of Cronus, often full of devious plots, but now replaced with despair and fatigue. He paces the room frantically, cursing and ranting, with company of an abused giant and a shadowy figure, hiding from the brightness of the fire, concealed and almost invisible, except for the pale blue eyes that gaze out like stars on a clear night. It was difficult to determine where they were they were so far underground. The only light there was was of the massive fire, burning coal into the air.
"Blast those damn kids." Cronus spluttered, "The world should have been mine the day I came out of that pithole they call a prison. What went wrong Agnon?" The giant replied to this with his usual shrug and grunt.
"You did say it was foretold that they will succeed," the shadowy figure spoke, his voice course, rundown, but soothing to the ear. Cronus stopped to listen, but he was too proud to submit his vulnerability to the charm.
"It didn't say how or when. Maybe they have already gotten their victory and I still have my chance, or maybe I have already lost. What does it matter? I have thrown every boulder, beast and weapon I can muster, and it hardly even makes a dent! It seems we are doomed to fail." He thrust his fist into the stone wall, cracking it like Styrofoam and yelled in frustration.
"Fate is absolute. No matter how hard you try to escape or overcome, it will always win. The Oracle has been correct for 4000 years without fault, has he not?" He replied.
"So you suggest giving up? Tell me again where I found you mortal wretch."
"If I am not mistaken, I found you. I was caught in crossfire between you and your friends. When I caught on they were with the gods, I managed to help you escape from them when you got cornered." He stepped into the red light. His hair was shaved on the sides, and longer on the top, black with a bluish tint and his complexion clear and shaved. "I chose to fight for you because I have a score to settle with the gods. Not because of you. I'm in it for my reasons, not yours."
Cronus grunted, "Fine, you may be mortal, but I've seen you fight. I could use a hand like yours. Impressive for one of your limitations. But, don't try to make me look stupid boy, I know why you're here. Power. When we are victorious, I will give you all the strength you can desire as I promised." Cronus turned to the fire and quietly muttered;
"But how can we defy fate?"
"There is...One other option." The man said. The silence followed his words where only flickers of flames were heard.
"What do you mean "one other option"? I've told you I've tried everything." He turned back to the fire.
"When I arrived here last week, I had a look at your library. Not the mortal ones, even though I question you choice of "fifty shades of grey". I found something in the immortal record section."
His eyes lit up. "Impossible, I leave that closet closed and locked all times. It's magically sealed!"
"The key was under your pillow. An old trick I noticed when living in L.A. Rich fools are like gods in many ways, you know?" He replied holding a shiny silver key in his hand.
"Those records were not meant for mortal eyes!"
"I'm still in one piece, aren't I?"
"The fact that you're still alive is a miracle."
The man shrugged. Anyways, it didn't make much sense to me, but I did gather some king of story about when the Oracle was-."
"Stop! I know where you're going with this. I will not do it. It's too risky." He growled, "That was locked behind bars for a reason. I will not go through with that- whatever it is. I'm not going to undo what I hid all of those years ago."
"It is an option, one that could win us this war."
"I will not discuss this anymore." The figure left the room as Cronus gazed into the hot flames. His delicate footsteps squelching with the sound of converse on a damp floor.
April, many consider it a dull and wet month. Wet south winds blow off the last of winter from the ground and replace what is left to puddles in the ground. This made no difference to a large high school in the middle of downtown New Olympia. The season of spring was a short one; so many sports where summer was deemed too hot and the winters too inhospitable took the chance to utilize the fields. And so the fields were ground zero for the ending of many seasons, not excluding the ladies senior field hockey team. Dressed in jerseys of scarlet and deep dark red, the victorious team marched into the heated change rooms. Relieved from a tiresome match, they slowly change and converse with one another.
"Good game, ladies." Yelled out a tall blonde woman with a slightly hoarse voice. Her hair was curly and held back with a red band to match her uniform, "Next stop, the semi finals!"
"Atlanta, you made quite the comeback the second half," said the coach, clasping the shortest and youngest girl on the team. Her hair was scarlet but her eyes were a piercing, ice cold blue which showed determination. "But that tackle you made was reckless. Had the referee seen it, you would have been suspended for he rest of he season. We need you for the next two games, don't lose your head." Atlanta silently continued to take her cleats off. The coach moved on, telling the others to get a move on. The soccer team would be coming in from their practice soon as well.
"Why don't we finish hockey talk for the day? I heard they've announced the prom theme today," said another blonde, but unlike the captain, she was more slender and her hair was almost white blonde and flawlessly straight, "Fire and Ice." That slender blonde was named Sabrina. She was the iconic pretty girl with an attitude. Blonde hair and a fit, shapely body with a sense of confidence. Maybe too much confidence. Thought Atlanta. She had as many friends as she did enemies. She was also the second best offensive player on the team. Second.
The larger blonde chuckled, "Yeah, sounds pretty cheesy, last years prom was pretty pointless too, I'm not bothering this year. Most of my friends have left."
"But it's prom, Janet. Just because you're a victory lapper doesn't mean you can't go." A frail voice from the back said. It was Isabelle, a French immigrant and while she wasn't the best hockey player on the team, she was considered the most attractive girl in school. And with good reason. Her hair was long and dark brown with hazel eyes and a delicate smile, which showed perfect white teeth. Her charm was irresistible, even amongst the team.
"Well, if you find me a date, I'll think about it." Janet muttered.
"Herry might, he's probably the only guy big enough to take you on." giggled the Sabrina. Across the room, long light red hair turned to the sound of a friend's name. Hearing the context turned her frown into an even bigger frown.
"Last time I heard Sabrina, you don't exactly have a date yourself." Theresa replied in defence of Janet. The team didn't heavily react to this. Everyone knew Theresa and Sabrina didn't see eye to eye. And so they continued changing, despite the two girls glaring at one another.
"I've got my eyes on some potential candidates. Your friend Jay is pretty cute, maybe you should drop him a hint for me."
"In your dreams," said Theresa, who finished changing and strutted out of the room. Sabrina cracked a smile. She was now scanning the room for someone else to bug. Her eyes set on Atlanta, packing her sweaty gear into a bag. It was a Friday, but she didn't look like it was. Her sweatpants and zipped hoodie inferred that she wasn't planning on going out. She rarely was unless it was running.
"What about you "lil' Lanta"?" Sabrina asked, "got anyone to take to prom. You and Archie are practically joined by the hip, why not go ask him?"
Atlanta was a hot head and everyone knew it. Remarks like that set of a fairly predictable reaction. Atlanta shared Theresa's dislike of Sabrina, except she was less afraid of her and Atlanta was not in the mood.
"Why don't you go join your little whore party and leave me alone?" Her voice was aggressive and assertive, but Sabrina wasn't scared.
"Shame really. You waste your time with your own little band of playmates and never seem to do anything fun. Tell me Atlanta, have you ever even gotten drunk? Or had sex with a guy?"
"Alcohol can cause liver and brain damage. I don't need to google that to know ." She replied, looking Sabrina up and down as she grabbed her bag and heaved it over her shoulder.
"What about the other one? You're a pretty face, surely somebody has tried to make a move on you." Sabrina asked. They were close enough to feel Atlanta's fuming on her face.
"Fuck off." And with that Atlanta left the room. Sabrina simply sneered.
She joined up with Theresa and Isabelle in the lobby of the school, they were just chatting as usual.
"So Atlanta," Theresa said, "Isabelle and I are going to the mall to grab some things, want to join up?"
She grinned, glad not to be hearing about Sabrina or anything about prom.
"Nah, not today, Archie are taking our long boards along the harbour."
"You just played an hour and a half of hockey and you want to do more exercise?" joked Isabelle, "make sure you don't exercise yourself to death!"
"Hey, it's me." Atlanta smiled as she hopped onto her skateboard half way through the door. Within a blink she was gone. Theresa and Isabelle were the only two people left in the lobby.
"I worry about her sometimes," Isabelle said. Her french accent came out a little strong on occasions. She looked down to check her phone.
"Atlanta doesn't like to stay still for long." Theresa replied, looking a Isabelle, who's focus was completely on her phone. "Another hopeless romantic asking for a date to prom?"
"Oui," She replied unemotionally, it seemed almost alien in her voice and complexion, "I don't quite think the message has gotten to these people that I have a date. I think some know and ask anyways. It's quite ridiculous. Every corner there seems to be a guy with a smile and the same question."
"Speaking of dates, you haven't yet told me who the lucky guy is."
Locking her phone, Isabelle laughed. It was a timid, yet concise laugh that would make any guy and several girls in the vicinity melt. "That's right! I haven't told you yet, well he asked me yesterday in the sweetest way possible!"
"So who is it?"
"Are you kidding me?" Neil shrieked, gripping his hair so hard it nearly fell out, "she said YES?"
"Yeah, I guess she did." Smiled the short, black one with the big hair. The guys all sat back, shocked and impressed at the feat of this seemingly doomedtonotgetadate guy. That was the joke between Neil and Archie. They loved the guy, but they knew his record with girls wasn't the best.
"How?" asked Archie dumbfoundedly.
"I wrote her a poem in French, and then recited it to her during lunch."
"In front of her friends?" asked Neil.
"Yeah."
A moment of silence went across the table.
"I'm not gonna lie Odie, I don't have the guts to do that." Said Herry.
Jay was giving him the nod and smile which was clear of his approval. "Good on you Odie. It's about time somebody recognized your talents for French poetry."
They all laughed together. They were outside on the empty patio of their favourite diner. Herry had two plates of burgers and fries in front of him while the others just enjoyed sharing a plate of nachos. The sky was overcast, and they were all bundled up in spring jackets. There were a few birds in the sky, but they were soon to swarming in tweeting chickadees and screeching seagulls. The wind had died down and the boys enjoyed the break.
Archie caught sight of the fiery red hair from a half-mile away and smiled. Atlanta approached quickly and make a smooth, stylish stop.
"Hey guys," said Atlanta. She had boarded six city blocks faster than most cars go; yet she was hardly even out of breath. The guys smiled at her, a friendly gesture.
"How did your hockey game go?" Asked Jay.
"We're gonna hit the semi finals!" She exclaimed, "We are not letting St Francis take the cup from us this time."
Saint Francis was an all girl's school on the far side of town and bitter rivals with New Olympia high. They had taken the cup three years in a row, and the girls were willing to play dirty to get it.
She looked to Archie with a cheerful smirk, "Lets go Archie."
He was already ahead of her. He grabbed his long board and lunged after her. She was already twenty yards ahead. They were both gone, leaving the rest of the guys in a cloud of dust. Jay turned back to see the others staring at him.
"Neither of them have a clue, do they?" Remarked Odie. His eyes were tired and solemn from a long day of work. They were all exhausted, glad not to need to worry about training after school. They had been fighting Cronus for close to two years now, and things were finally starting to turn for the better. While he was impossible to track when he vanished, Cronus was growing predictable. His assaults had been growing weaker and less frequent. The god of time himself was starting to see wear and tear. But he was not the only one. The team was beginning to wear out too.
Atlanta and Archie had bounties of energy, which seemed to keep them going. Archie was no less aggressive or hot tempered despite the practice, drills, and even occasional therapy over the past two years. However, Ares could give him any weapon from his closet and Archie would be able to fight for hours on end. Atlanta's aim had become deadly, if it wasn't already, but she was starting to begin feeling uncomfortable socially. It never used to bother her before, but she had begun to see her few other friends outside the group parting ways. They were getting more into parties and boys, and Atlanta just wasn't like that. Not as much as they were at least. Neil kept himself as pristine as possible and his luck with it, but even he was often found complaining after missions about the blisters on his feet, and how nobody ever seemed to understand him. Herry was as big as ever, eating as much as ever, and lifting as much as ever. He was always calm, but could be in fact quite a pushover, never wanting to hurt anyone he didn't need to. Odie was maintaining a 95% average in school, but at the cost of rest. He struggled in previous missions to stay focused. Theresa had grown powerful with her telepathy, but she would often be found skipping meals and headaches would come out of the blue. Despite that, she remained focused and kept the others in check. Jay, however, was suffering the most. He felt like he had the weight of the world on him. He hardly slept and was barely passing his classes. He hadn't gone sailing all summer. He spent all of his waking hours in books or in the combat room. His sacrifices have made progress. He had spent whole nights practising with every weapon he could find in both Ares and Athena's wardrobe. He knew how to take down any opponent, and in any way he desired. There had been a few weeks here he had vanished for whole nights, practising his newly found skills on petty criminals. Theresa eventually stopped him, insisting he rest before he fell apart. Despite the cracks forming, Cronus was beginning to give way more than they were. The end was in sight. Just once though, just for a bit, I would like to get away from this. He would frequently tell himself.
"Jay?"
He blinked, realizing he had strayed deep into thought. Remembering the question, he replied;
"One day they will find it out. Its only a matter of time."
"Let's hope it's soon," said Neil, "One less prom couple to worry about. Am I wrong?"
They talked and laughed some more before leaving to return to the brownstone.
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