Alright everybody, this is something I came up with the other day and I really wanted to give it a shot. This is just a trial run for this story and I don't plan on working on it very often while I'm also working on HDR: The Phantom Era. I've been a huge fan of the PJO and HOO series as well as the Magnus Chase series, and I love Greek Mythology. So, I found an opportunity to give my own spin of the PJ series and try my hand at it. If this chapter receives a lot of positive feedback, then I will update this along with my HDR sequel. If not, then I'll finish HDR: TPE first before putting more time into TCK.

Also, I'm currently working on chapter 9 of HDR so it may be another few days to week before I update again. I apologize for the delay but...I'm 20 years old with a job, insomnia problems, and a truck that likes to act up on occasion.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this little teaser chapter and please don't forget to R&R, I really appreciate your feedback.

Enjoy!

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First Person P.O.V.:

For eons I have watched the progress of humans and civilization, aided by my grandchildren and great grandchildren. I was proud of them. The Primordial were the first beings to inherit the blank slate I had named Earth. They took domain over the simplest, yet strongest, aspects of life.

Gaea, my eldest daughter, became the Primordial of the earth, taking control of the landmasses. My eldest son, Tartarus, became the Primordial of the Pit; a prison located in the Underworld for those truly heinous. Ouranos took to the domain of the Sky, having power over the winds and stars. Erebus took the domain of darkness and his sister, Nyx, took the domain of Night.

I watched my five children interact with one another and form the planet Earth you see today. I was proud of them and felt I had truly achieved creating something good. That is...until the Titans were born.

My children intermarried and had children of their own, these immortals were deemed the Titans. Many of my grandchildren had gained rather significant domains, and while their domains were rather benevolent, their intentions were not. Several of my grandchildren had become corrupted with power and sought to remake the Earth in their image.

More specifically, Kronos. He became the Titan of Time, more specifically the destructiveness of Time, and was a truly despicable immortal. Remorseless and power hungry, he craved power and saw the world as his possession, do to with as he pleased. He turned on his father, Ouranos, and proclaimed himself the King of the Titans. It was after he married his sister, Rhea, when Kronos was presented with a prophecy from Gaea and Ouranos, foretelling that he would one day be felled by his son. Kronos was, of course, fearful of this prophecy and took rather drastic and... unappetizing precautions.

For each child that his wife Rhea bore, the mad Titan of Time would swallow them. I watched, disgusted and disappointed as he swallowed his six children whole. First Hestia, then Demeter and Hera, Hades, and Poseidon. Rhea was distraught with her husband's acts, and prayed to Gaea and Ouranos, to help her end the Plight that was Kronos. When it came time that Zeus was to be born, my children hid Rhea away, to bear her son in secret.

When the boy was matured, Rhea drugged her husband, causing him to, um, throw his children back up. It was then that Zeus took up his father's scythe, and murdered Kronos. Dicing him into hundreds of tiny pieces and casting what remained of the Titan into the depths of Tartarus. It was then another threat arose.

When Kronos turned on Ouranos, the Titan had taken a scythe, given to him by Gaea, and performed a rather extreme vasectomy on the Primordial of the Sky. When Kronos did this, he cast his father's...fun spot, into the sea. This action birthed a number of beings, one of which was the goddess Aphrodite and another being a group of abominable beasts known as the Gigantes.

These Gigantes had been loyal to Kronos and called for revenge against the Gods. The war between the two factions raged on for decades, with heavy casualties. Mountains shook and shattered, seas boiled over and tsunamis ran rampant. It was after a century of war and death and chaos that the Gods finally defeated the Gigantes, locking them away in the depths of Tartarus with their Titan brothers and sisters. It was after their success that Zeus proclaimed himself King of the Olympian Gods, and each of the gods and goddesses were given their domains, and a long age of peace spread throughout the world.

At first, anyway. After a time, wars were waged. Whether it due to betrayal, or petty feuds, or pathetic thievery, many good humans and demi-mortals died in the name of their gods. Generations of blood, sweat, and tears spilled so that my descendant, the Almighty Zeus, would reign supreme and do nothing by way of helping these humans and their own demigod children. Well I for one have had enough. No more will I stand idly by as these selfish, egotistical immortals tear apart the one good thing I managed to create. It is time for a new age, a new era for the immortals. It is time, for the Primordial Descendant.

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Void.

This...place had an utter absence of light. Endless and cold, devoid of anything resembling life or light. 'The Void', as many who have theorized its existence have called it, has existed since before even Time itself had begun to move.

'The Void' is a plane known only in theory. Of the beings who have ever entered its inky endlessness, whether of their own alacrity, or lack thereof, have never returned. Nary a soul would ever leave this plane, and not for a lack of trying.

Some believe it to be vaguely reminiscent of Tartarus; devoid of hope and teeming with despair.

That is where the similarities end.

Truth be told, nary a being knows much more of 'The Void' than its name. Even the Gods themselves are ignorant of its origin and its original intended purpose. Many ancients believed to see a grain of truth within the legend of this dark plane. They saw an opportunity to utilize 'The Void' as a prison. An afterlife for immortal criminals, traitors, and those the Gods despised, that they deemed too dangerous and malevolent to be granted the mercy of imprisonment in the Pit of Tartarus.

These immortals believed there to be a pocket of life within 'The Void' to where other immortals, who have been forgotten and faded, journey to as their own form of an immortal's afterlife. In a way, they are correct.

'The Void' is indeed a place where those who have faded journey to…but not into paradise. In truth, once an immortal has faded, their consciousness and Godly essence is cast into the cosmos, swirling forever in an endless cycle throughout the vastness of space.

Their power however, their claim over their domains, is sent into 'The Void'. There, in its deepest and darkest corner, the powers of the faded immortals have gathered and coalesced, forming a massive orb of raw energy. Pulsating and swirling, its unbridled power is only kept in check by 'The Void's' cosmic vacuum.

It is within this corner of The Void that my solution to the curse that is the Olympian Council shall be born. By my hand, and by my power, I shall give life to a new being. A mortal with power to rival the Olympians, and even my own children. This mortal shall possess the power and domains of a handful of faded immortals of my choosing, lying dormant until the time that he or she turns seventeen. By that time, both the Great Prophecy and the Prophecy of Seven will have passed and I shall claim them as my child and bring about the new age. For now though, I shall create their essence, their soul, and send it along to be borne by a god and a mortal, lest they be shackled by the Ancient Laws.

The end of age of the Olympians begins, to usher forth the age of Chaos.

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Montauk Beach

December 25th, 1992

Sally settled into the strong, tanned arms of the man who held her, with a contented sigh. It had only been several months since the two had met, and yet she felt happier than she'd been in a long time. Sally's expression fell slightly, and a pang of sadness stabbed at her heart. "Do you really have to leave?"

The tanned, bearded man with laugh lines sighed and gently squeezed his lover from behind. "Yes, Sally. The laws, and my bull-headed brother, prevent me from spending too long with a mortal. I've already tested the waters enough this year as it is."

Leaning back into the broad chest of the man, Sally felt a tear break loose from the corner of her eye and trail down her cheek. She breathed deeply and felt that pang in her heart at the scent of salt and the sea. The two sat together on the white sands of the beach, gazing out at the gently ebbing and flowing ocean. The sun had just begun its descent and had fallen halfway below the horizon, casting its orange rays across the water to create a truly breathtaking sight.

Sally huffed and glared up at the darkening sky. "Well screw the laws. And your jackass of a brother too."

The man chuckled warmly, his laugh reverberating through his chest, causing Sally to smile and close her eyes. "Defiant as always, Sal. Don't ever change."

The two sat in a comfortable silence and watched as the sun slowly set and the stars began to dot the sky and surround a shining, silvery full moon. Sally understood quite well how limited the gods were in dealing with the mortal world. Aside from the occasional escapade to meet mortals and have children, they were limited to subtle interaction with modern society, occasionally nudging mankind in the right - and sometimes wrong - direction. Sally knew she was rather lucky to have spent a majority of the last year with him, considering how limited his interaction has to be and tending to the needs of his people and domain.

"Will I ever see you again?" Sally whispered, almost fearing what his answer might be.

He took a long, slow breath and let it out before answering. "It'll be awhile before I can visit again. But yes, I will come back, Sally. I promise."

Sally turned in his lap and stared into his eyes. Her piercing blue meeting his powerful, sea-green. She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently and smiled slightly when she felt him return the embrace. When they broke apart, their eyes were closed, and Sally leaned into his chest and whispered, "I love you, Poseidon."

The God of the Sea leaned down and kissed the top of her chocolate-colored hair. "And I love you, Sally Jackson." Poseidon gently rocked back and forth for a few moments before speaking again. "I want to give you something."

Sally leaned away from the Sea God with a curious expression and watched as he lifted a hand towards the sea and adopted a look of concentration. After a moment the water bubbled slightly and what appeared to be a large, grayish rock soared from the waves and into Poseidon's open palm. He offered his hand to her and Sally looked to realize he was holding an oyster roughly the size of a coffee mug.

"Open it."

Gingerly, she reached out and cupped the oyster in her hands and slowly opened the shell. Sally gasped at what she saw inside; there, set in the center like a diamond ring, sat a polished, blackish-grey pearl, with swirls of silver throughout, the size of a grape. The pearl was wrapped in a wire frame and attached to a silver chain. "Poseidon...it's beautiful."

The Sea God smiled and lifted the pearl from the oyster by its chain. Sally turned and moved her hair to the side, allowing him to place the necklace around her neck as he spoke. "It's a Tahitian Pearl. The rarest and most valuable pearl when found in nature. I found this particular specimen in the Mariana Trench a couple of months ago during a routine sweep for sea monsters. It reminded me of you; beautiful and very rare. Found only once in a lifetime. And I'm a god, so it's a very long lifetime." Poseidon let out a deep rumbling laugh at his own joke and received a gentle slap to the chest from a fondly smiling Sally.

Poseidon sobered up and smiled at the woman in his arms. "I blessed it. If ever you find yourself in danger, and need help, simply whisper my name to it and I will come to you."

"Thank you." Sally whispered softly, giving Poseidon a gentle kiss on the cheek. The two settled down once more and listened to the sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the seagulls settling down in the distance. "When do you have to go?"

"In the morning."

Sally turned in Poseidon's lap and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Then I propose we go back to the cabin and make the best of our last night together. I want this to be a night to remember, a truly perfect Christmas."

Poseidon wrapped his arms around Sally's back and kissed her deeply. After a minute the two came up for air and the god grinned before pecking her on the nose and whispering, "race ya there."

Later that night, in the throes of their amorous activities, an event occurred. The likes of which neither mortal or immortal had ever seen before. From the depths of a realm known as The Void, an orb of raw energy began to pulsate and glow, the pacing of which grew faster and faster, and glowing brighter by the second. After several moments, when the pulses had sped up to the point where they had blended together, it stopped. With the pulsating ceasing, the orb seemed to release a cloud of golden smoke, which floated away from the orb before disappearing.

In another realm, separate from The Void and Earth, the Primordial Chaos appeared to be asleep on a large, midnight colored throne, which depicted swirling galaxies and shooting stars. When the wisp of energy released from the orb, the creator of the universe opened his eyes, revealing pitch-black sclera and irises resembling white-hot stars. Chaos smiled and sighed contentedly.

"It has begun."

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So? What did you all think? Kinda cool, kinda suspenseful? It's a bit of a teaser/trial run, but I don't think it's too bad.

Anyway, please R&R and let me know what you think.

Thank you, my beautiful readers!