Hi, everybody! This is my very first story, and I'm still pretty new to Fanfiction, so please be nice! NO FLAMING! I will accept suggestions to make this better, so please don't leave a mean review. R&R!

Time will tell

Prologue:

Kronos slumped in his throne, his eyes narrowed and his fingers tapping. How will I destroy Olympus? His brothers were angry that he had failed to destroy Olympus before, and he had to beg them to give one more chance. He had never begged before, and he already hated it. Then he sat up. He had an idea. He really didn't like it, but if it would destroy Olympus, then so be it. He just needed a mortal that could see through the mist. Kronos gave a cruel smile. Then everything would go as planned.

This is set in the first series, so if you're wondering, no, Kronos didn't rise three times. Please review! :)