The Chronological Order Chapter One "The times we live in are teetering between the chaos behind us-an infancy made up of smoke and terror and withering plague-and what adulthood lies ahead of us. Wisdom? Peace? Oblivion? Whatever it is, to get there we must let go of the past. It is dead and gone. It will never return and it cannot be changed. All we have now is one another and whatever new things we make together." The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch, said by Tuttle It was nightfall. The moon had ascended high into the sky on a cloudless night. All would have been peaceful had a war not been going on. Smoke rose from the fires of the living giant Mimas, the destroyer of Hephaestus. All across Greece fights of the Giants and the Gods raged ravishing the land for the rest of eternity. Out of the destruction came a cry. Soft and gentle, as if a baby had just been brought into the world. As the minutes wore on it increased in volume until, the earth was shaking and the sea struck the cliffs around the world destroying parts of ocean lined cities and small towns. It became so much power that Greece began to sink. In addition, in the middle of this world wide destruction was none other than Perseus Jackson. The Defeater of Ares, Savior of Zeus's Bolt, Retriever of the Golden Fleece, Bearer of the Sky, Savior of Artemis, Hero of the Battle of the Labyrinth, Defeater of Kronos, Savior of Olympus . He continued to cry as he lay on the ground holding a body. The body of Annabeth Chase, his lover. Mimas had killed her by blasting her with fire from the pit in his hands. He laid her gently on the ground looking through his hazy eyes for the giant he was going to rip apart piece by piece and toss into Tartarus personally for the pain and suffering he had caused. The night wind tossed his already messy hair around but he did not mind for he felt the coolness in the wind. He looked for Mimas to seek his revenge. He heard screams and cries of anguish but he felt only the need for retribution coursing through his veins. He finally set his eyes upon his goal ready to attack the beast for what it had done. He heard an owl in the distance and knew Athena was watching, edging him on to kill the bringer of flames and destruction for the death of her daughter. Perseus reached into his pocket and brought forth a pen. It was colored a light bronze and seemed to glow in the shadows of the night's darkness. He pulled the cap off and glimmering in his hand was a deadly three-foot long sword made of a material known as Celestial Bronze. The giant turned and saw his earlier opponent and grinned at him. His legs were scaly like dragon legs while his massive hands had holes that seemed to go on forever while a heat flew through the openings in his hands. On his back was a hammer made from Gaia's finger. Everything was quiet as the last of the giant and the son of Poseidon stared each other down. The gods were watching, anticipating what would happen to the beast. Perseus Jackson raised his sword towards the giant and said quietly while his voice rose through the sentence. "You shall fear me. You shall when I am mentioned and when you think of me. My sword shall taste your blood and I will rip you apart piece by piece until there is nothing left! Every agonizing minute you burned Annabeth shall be TEN FOLD FOR YOU!" With that final word, he leaps forward and sink his sword into the giant's right leg. He drove his blade through skin and muscle and tissue. He used this to propel him into the sky where it looked like he was floating in mid-air while the moonlight hit different parts of his body. His blood ran down his body from multiple wounds across his body. He fell into a nosedive landing on the giant's eye with his sword blinding the beast causing him to cry out. He flipped off the creature of fire and landed kneeling. The giant plucked the sword from his eye as blood flew from the wound ascending above glistening in the moonlight. In his rage, he threw the sword as far as it possibly would go. He turned to young Perseus and raised his hands. Flames shot out of the pits of hell and went towards the designated spot but meet only a wall of cold water creating a steam so thick none could see through it. That entire one could hear was a cry of pain and fear call out through the night as the giant Mimas was ripped apart by the Savior of Olympus.