AN: Hi I recently finished reading the PJ books and am very much, actually always have been, very much in love with Greek Mythology. I came up with this idea while reading, as it seems to me that PJ doesn't show Poseidon as the God of seas and rivers, but as if he has power over the ocean (In the Battle of the Labyrinth, the river spirit doesn't take orders from Percy, as he is a son of Poseidon and has no power over the rivers [well, that's what I understood]). Personally, even if it isn't, I really liked this story idea. Though, I have only written one chapter, just to see the response it receives. It includes some Titans unmentioned in the PJ books, I suggest looking them up if you don't recall them.

Disclaimer: I in no way own the Percy Jackson series, and in no way came forward a couple of millennia after beginning to tell the tales of the Greek gods. Are they real or not, am I writing truth and not fiction and passing on what really happens behind the mist that covers the eyes of you mortals?...Well I can't tell you without breaking a vow on the River Styx...but you can read for yourself...

The Birth of the Turning of the Tides

The five great beings each looked warily at each other as they stood opposite from each other, none letting a single one of their siblings leave their sight. The titans were cautious during this war, even of each other.

The couple of the waters stood together, Tethys and Oceanus, the current lord and lady of the oceans, rivers, streams, clouds, springs. The two shifted together, constantly on alert, always prepared for what the other three may attempt.

Mnemosyme, the titan of memory and rememberance looked on, seemingly calmly, but one always saw her shift if one of the other made a sudden movement, she forgot nothing and would never forget, long after the others had passed memory to myth, myth to legend and legend itself had been cast into Tartarus.

Pheobe, seemed unworried, bright but slightly glassed over eyes paid no attention to what the ones were doing. She had already seen this gathering play out, and obviously knew she had nothing to fear. But, behind the mosting uncaring illusion she had placed, the Titian of prophecy and bright intellect worried. She could see no further, and she had never felt so sightless in her life.

Metis, the titan of good counsel, advice, planning, cunning, craftiness and wisdom stood in what could be classed as the centre of the strange group. She regarded her brother and sisters calming, with a calculating gaze, as if planning multiple ways of escape or defence if one of them broke the truce.

'Metis,' boomed the Lord of the Waters, 'thy called us here, behind Kronos' back. Tell us what thy will, before Krono's is forewarned of this event's happenings.'

Pheobe sent a mocking smirk at Oceanus, 'Krono's sees naught, brother, while I stand away. Thee all know that I am our brother's eyes to combat the future-mocking Apollo-child. He makes a mockery of the gift of Sight, riddling it and turning it to a farce.'

Mnemosyme lowered her wise eyes, 'Krono's knows not of how to learn from the past's teachings, he refuses to see the danger our forces are in from his own babes.'

The usually silent Tethys, regarded her sisters calmly, 'What thy speak may be seen as treason, sisters-mine.'

Metis finally spoke, her wise words slashing like a dagger through the darkness, 'None of thy would be here, if thy did not see such a reoccurrence. Krono's refuses to see that his own children threaten to overtake his, just as we did our own father. I have counselled our brother, but he refuses to listen to wise advice. He sees only his own power,' she raised her eyes defiantly, narrowing them as she passed over her sisters and brother, 'and it will be his downfall.'

The other titans looked to the Titan of Prophecy, who calmly inclined her head in agreement.

'Then why call us here, sister,' boomed Oceanus, his voice like a roaring wave, 'Surely we should be hiding ourselves, to save us from the slaughter to come.'

Metis frowned, 'Why hide, dear brother? I have called you hear to hear my plan.'

The titans all looked at Metis wearily, what did the cunning Titan have planned to stop their downfall and the hands of their nieces and nephews, sons and daughters?

'No titan alone, has enough power to fight off the forces that will come for us once Kronos has been overthrown. But, if together we combine our pow-'

'This is folly!' called Tethys, 'We cannot do so, and I would trust my powers in one such as thineself, Metis!'

Mnemosyme nodded in solemn agreement, 'What you speak is truth, sister-mine, we cannot face the forces of the Olympians ourselves, but the combining of a god's power has yet to be accomplished.'

Metis smirked rather evilly for one so good at hiding her nature, 'I disagree, my sister, for what name would you then give our children?'

The titans looked at each other with calculating eyes before Phoebe spoke softly, 'I see nothing. The future has been clouded for me, I cannot see whether or not what thy speak is possible...'

Mnemosyme looked worriedly at her opposite, the titan of the future not seeing the future is like her not remembering the past, a very worrying thing indeed.

'Even if we agreed,' spoke Oceanus, 'this would not be possible! Surely not for one child to have five parents!'

Metis shook her head, chuckling softly to herself, 'Why do you so deny a plan I wrought myself, brother. I would not have brought thy here if I did not know how to achieve that of which I speak.'

Phoebe looked at her sister, her eyes clear for once in a very long time, since the future Sight had been seemingly blocked to her there was no point in keeping her eyes on it, 'What is this way of which you speak?'

Metis slowly brought out and placed a large pithos of golden ichor, blood of the gods, next to a goblet of nectar and an ambrosia plant, all of which sat next to a carefully sculpted depiction of a beautiful maiden.

'By combining our powers with these regents,' she spoke softly, her eyes travelling to each titan in turn, 'as well as adding a drop of our own blood to this pithos, we would be able to create such a child, born of what may as well have been our own flesh and blood. Such a titan-goddess would be insightful, to both the past, present and future, she would be intelligent, and she would have control of the waters.'

The four other titans glanced warily at the sculpted maiden, as if expecting her to leap from her crafted state and run to Kronos.

'We create such a maiden...' whispered Metis, 'and then we influence her, turn her to our cause.'

Oceanus and Tethys looked at each other carefully, speaking in a way no other titan could understand, the language of the sea, and then finally Oceanus sighed and looked away. 'There is no other way...' he muttered, and using a celestial bronze blade he carefully nicked both his and his consort's index fingers, and the two squeezed three drops of the welling golden blood into the pithos, were the golden blood seemed to turn the calming blue of the world's waters before swirling back to gold.

Mnemosyme and Phoebe glanced at each other before they two added three drops into the pithos, the water swirling dark gray, representing the past, before turning a lighter gray and then gold again, for future and intellect.

Finally, under the watchful eye of the other guardians, Metis herself placed three drops of her golden blood in, the mixture of fluids turning a warm brown before once again turning gold.

The five titans then began to shape their child, using their powers to carefully add features to the shapely sculpute, a lovely head of waist length mahogany hair, eyes of glowing amethyst and lips the colour of the pinkest corals, before adorning her in a robe of blue silk.

The other titans looked at Metis as she carefully finished their child. She poured the golden ichor into the sculpture through a small hole at the top of its head, before instructing the other titans to help her place the ambrosia on where her skin would be and rubbing the nectar over her body.

Then Metis chanted softly in Greek and the deed was done.

Aquacuitas opened her bright purple eyes, quietly stretched her limbs experimentally, and with wise eyes and old thoughts she regarded the world and war around her.