So this is my newest story in the Lost Son saga! Theron's not gone forever, though. This will mostly be from the view of Krivon and Calisto (Theron and Styx's kids), but they'll probably be the odd different viewpoint. This story starts 100 years after the last one ends, so Theron's been faded for 100 years. Olympus and Othrys have been getting along (with a lot of arguments as time's gone by). Krivon and Calisto haven't really been told about their father. They only know he faded, was called Theron, what his domains were, and that he was the Prince of Othrys (and this will cause a lot of problems later in the story), and the odd fact about him.

The story starts a few days after Krivon attempted to get an apple of Immortality, but failed when Ladon attacked him.

Chapter 1 - Lies

I told you not to antagonise Ladon," Styx scolded. "You know he hates it when you do that."

"But he didn't complain," Krivon said innocently. "Well, until I stabbed him. But-"

"And pray tell, what possessed you to stab him?" Styx sighed as she ran a cloth covered in nectar over his side. "Surely you've learnt by now that it's usually not a good idea to irritate beings several hundred times bigger than you."

Krivon grinned and opened his mouth to answer, but Styx narrowed her eyes. "Don't go blaming this on your sister," she scolded. "You should be thanking her for saving your life."

"She ran," Krivon grumbled. "Uncle Atlas says you never run from a fight."

"Well then," Styx said as she wrapped some bandages around her son's side. "I'll go pay him a visit and tell him that you're too young to fight yet."

Krivon's eyes widened. "But mom that's unfair!" He whined.

Styx raised an eyebrow. "I'm trying to prevent you from seeing Tartarus at such a young age, son," she sighed. "Remember all the stories?"

"But you say father controlled the Pit! And Lord Grandpa says that powers are inherited!"

"You need practice before you go trying to control monsters," Styx said gently. "You're too young. Please, promise me you won't go trying to control Ladon again. Or Cerberus. Or Kampe. Or-"

"Mom," Krivon complained, "I'm fine."

Styx raised an eyebrow. "If it weren't for Artemis' ability to neutralise poison you'd be visiting Tartarus, son."

Krivon grumbled. "I'm still fine!"

Styx shook her head. "Alright. Off you go. Remember to avoid too much strenuous activity until it's healed completely."

Krivon rolled his eyes and jumped off the bed. "Thanks, mom," he grinned and hugged her. "I love you."

"I know," Styx murmured. "I just worry about you, Krivon. I don't like it when you get hurt."

Krivon frowned and let go of Styx. "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't want to make you worry. I just wanted to prove to all of you that I could get an apple," he said weakly.

"Son, you don't have to prove anything to me," Styx said sharply. "And even Zeus can't get an apple sometimes."

"But Grandpa gets one all the time!" Krivon exclaimed. "And I want to be just like him!"

Styx sighed. "You will be when you're older. Just not now, so promise me you'll train more before trying that again."

Krivon took one look at his mother before nodding. "I promise, mom. I'll get Atlas to give me more lessons, and I'll ask Kronos and Zeus for help too!" He said, getting more excited. "And Artemis will help me with archery, then-"

Styx rolled her eyes. "Get going, Krivon. Last I heard Kronos has come back," she hinted, and the Titanling perked up even more.

"Bye, mom," he said as he bounded to the door and forced it open, revealing his sister waiting outside the room. "Hey, Cali," he chirped.

Calisto smiled. "It's good to see that you're awake, brother."

Krivon rolled his eyes. "Come on, sis. Of course I'm awake. Nothing'll ever keep me down for long!"

Calisto rolled her eyes and stepped to the side. "Grandpa's in the throne room with Uncle Z."

Krivon's eyes widened. "He's here too?" He exclaimed, and Calisto nodded.

"Just don't irritate them too much, little brother."

Krivon grinned as he ran down the corridor, shouting back over his shoulder, "I'm the oldest!"

Calisto sighed and stepped into the room. "Hey, mom."

Styx smiled at her daughter. "Did you have fun?"

Calisto nodded distractedly. "Yeah, Olympus was amazing!"

Styx's eyes glinted mischievously. "Did you meet any cute boys?"

Calisto narrowed her eyes. "No," she said carefully.

Styx raised an eyebrow. "Not even one?"

Calisto rolled her sea blue eyes and quickly changed the subject. "I talked to Grandpa earlier," she said carefully, "and he said that it's not working."

Styx frowned. "It will be fine, my dear. Trust me. Everything will work out in the end, we're merely cleaning up still."

Calisto pursed her lips. "It's been over a hundred years, mom. Surely Grandpa should have been able to stop all the monsters from attacking mortals by now. But nothing's gotten any better – it's been getting worse. What if there's another war coming?"

"The monsters need something to control them, Cali. Until your brother and you can focus enough to be able to do so, the best we can do is stop them from getting any worse than it already is," Styx said gently. "A war won't break out, not now anyway."

Calisto nodded. "So, what would happen if we couldn't do anything in this war? If we all fall into Tartarus or… the Void?"

Styx shut her eyes. "We'll be able to come back, or you'll finally be able to meet your father."

Calisto smiled slightly and sat down on the edge of her brother's bed. "What was father like?"

Styx pursed her lips. "I don't think-"

"Please, mom?" Calisto pleaded. "I barely know anything about him! I want to know what he was like."

Styx let out a shaky breath. "Give me a few minutes to send a message to Kronos, and then we'll talk." She walked from the room without waiting for an answer and quickly summoned a drachma to her hand. "Iris, show me Kronos. In Othrys."

The screen of mist quickly formed in front of the river goddess, revealing the two Kings talking to each other. Kronos was leaning on the marble table in the middle of the throne room and explaining something to Zeus. Styx cleared her throat and the two immortal looked up at her expectantly. "Krivon's awake," Styx said.

Kronos relaxed and raised an eyebrow. "And how is he?"

Styx smiled. "Well. I've once again managed to persuade him to wait before his next adventure. Though I'm not sure I want to know how long it'll take until he sneaks out again."

"Not long," Kronos smirked. "Not if he's anything like… like his father."

Like usual the subject of Theron lay between Styx and the Titan like forest fire, or a deep chasm filled with rushing water. Both of them wanting to cross it, but not finding the courage. Styx just nodded and continued, having learnt by now that Kronos didn't like being reminded of his son. It was how he coped, and all of the immortals found different ways. Kronos' was just ignoring the problem until it went away. "Krivon is heading your way – he's heard your back. Just make sure to not mention anything about our current problem to him."

Kronos nodded, his eyes darkening like an approaching storm. "Of course. Neither of them need to know about our problem. Later in their lives they will, but not when they're this young."

Styx nodded. "Agreed."

Zeus cleared his throat. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about, sister?"

"Calisto wants to know more about Theron," Styx said carefully, trying to avoid looking Kronos in the eyes. "He is her father, and they both know next to nothing about him. I think it's time they learn." Styx didn't want to see Kronos' reaction to her stepping across the figurative chasm, but when he didn't speak she glanced up.

Kronos was staring at the marble table, his gaze thoughtful, and Styx could have sworn that she saw his eyes shimmering brightly, like he was about to cry liquid gold, and then he turned his head away slightly. "You'll need his trident then," he said, his voice sad.

Styx blinked. "What?"

Kronos just sighed. "I understand why you want them to know, Styx. Honestly, I do. What do they know already?"

"That he faded, was your son and was the Titan of Monsters, Hunting, and Elements," Styx said. "And that his name was Theron."

Zeus whistled. "You managed to keep everything from them for one hundred years? That's pretty good going."

Styx shrugged. "It was quite easy. No one ever speaks about him anymore," she added.

Kronos winced. "That's my fault, I presume?"

Styx smiled innocently. "Of course not."

Kronos snorted. "Liar." He frowned at the table before waving his hand. "When you return to the room StormWraith will be waiting for you. Krivon and Calisto should be able to wield it."

Styx nodded. "Thank you," she said gratefully.

Kronos shrugged. "I still don't want to hear too much about him."

Styx sighed. "I understand," she murmured, and Kronos gave her an apologetic smile.

"I'm not ready for that yet, Styx," he said.

"So what happened?" Styx asked, changing the subject to something that wasn't going to make the chasm between them bigger.

Kronos scowled at the marble table which depicted a map of the world. "They were waiting for me," he growled. "Someone is now organising them, and they set a trap."

Styx's eyes widened. "You're okay?"

Kronos raised an eyebrow, but seeing Styx's worry he nodded. "Absolutely. It was only a few scratches."

Zeus snorted. "'A few scratches'? It was more than that."

"What happened?" Styx asked worriedly.

"I found them on the border of North Dakota and Canada," Kronos explained. "Unfortunately, they also found me. It was… I couldn't kill them," he admitted, "it was almost impossible."

"Almost?" Styx asked carefully, "What do you mean?"

"Each of them had a gem of some sort – diamond, I think – and it protected them. I could only kill them if I destroyed the diamond first. It was irritating."

Styx frowned thoughtfully. "Have you got one of the gems?"

Kronos nodded. "I picked up a few, thinking it would help," he pulled several pebble sized diamonds out of his pocket and scattered them over the table top. Zeus reached towards one, but Kronos knocked his hand away. "Careful, they're still filled with energy."

There was a bit of swirling energy in each of them, in the very middle. "It looks like shadows," Styx murmured, and Kronos nodded.

"That's what I was thinking," the Titan King sighed. "But it doesn't make sense. The only ones that can control shadows are the Chronic deities, but Hades and Iapetus wouldn't be behind this."

Styx frowned. "Another deity then? One that can also control shadows, but has no part in Othrys or Olympus."

Kronos scowled at the diamonds. "That would be Primordials."

Styx nodded. "Exactly. The Weavers of Fate would be telling then about Gaea's fall one hundred years ago. They'll be furious with us."

"Can we fight off even more Primordials?" Zeus asked.

Kronos raised an eyebrow. "Othrys and Olympus after one hundred years of having peace? Of course."

"It depends on how many of them there are," Styx murmured, and Kronos frowned, but said nothing to argue.

"They've figured it out," Pallas said as he stopped beside Theron.

The Prince nodded. "Half of it. They still need to figure out which Primordials it is rising, and soon. It's getting late as it is."

"They'll be fine," Chase said as he rolled his eyes, "they always have been."

"The Dyfarniad Ffawd yn is approaching, Chase," Pallas frowned. "They're not fine. They still haven't realised yet that in less than five years Shadow will reign."

"Not if all of you have anything to do with it," Ouranos announced. "Your duties will prevent their rise."

"The portal isn't even starting to open, grandfather," Theron said in amusement. "We can't do anything."

Ouranos frowned as he looked up at the portal at the highest point of the Void. "Iit will open when Lord Chaos wishes. Until then we must wait and pray."

"Can we even pray?" Helios asked. "We've all faded."

"Everyone can pray, grandson," Ouranos murmured. "The true question is will anyone answer?"

"Who do we pray to?" Helios frowned.

"Chaos, Aether, Hemera. There are many beings, Helios. We could even pray to Erebus, Nyx, and Ananke."

"Praying for an easy death is the only option for them," Theron spat. "They'll pay for this," he growled as he looked down and watched the bands of monsters roaming across America and Canada. "They'll pay for turning monsterkind in savage beasts with a master. For starting a war against the unified front of Othrys and Olympus, and for destroying my home."

Chase whistled. "You're really annoyed by them."

Theron scowled as his hand rested on the hilt of the Titans' Blade. "Of course. Ananke's messing with the wrong pantheon."

Tell me what you think. The first few chapters will probably not be that interesting, but I've got to get the story started somehow, so you'll all have to be patient for the interesting parts to start.