Well this is the prologue.

This is kinda an Idea that I've been throwing around lately and I got sick of it just sitting in my head.

I hope that you all like it.

"AAAHH!" A black haired green eyes woman screamed.

"Push, Rhea, Push!" A black haired golden eyed man said as his wife gave birth.

"I swear to Chaos Kronos if you tell me to push one more time I'm-aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rhea gave one final scream as she pushed with all of her might.

"Congratulations Rhea," Themis said. "You have a lovely baby boy." She handed the babies to their mother. "The boy is a few minutes older."

Oddly enough he wasn't crying. The boy had jet black hair and golden eyes. His skin had a light tan. He looked up at his mother with a look of curiosity.

"What shall we name him Rhea?" Kronos asked his wife.

Rhea looked at her son. "Perseus".

Kronos looked at his wife. "Destruction? Interesting.

Rhea looked at her children with love. "Well I give him a name like that because I know he will do great things one day."

*Time Skip*

In only a few weeks the young boy had grown into adolescence.

Perseus was an excitable boy. He was full of energy and never seemed to slow down. He was also a gifted fighter, already being able to match a few of the less powerful titans in combat. He tended to vary on two extremes. He was either incredibly happy and nice to the people he liked, or he was disturbingly violent and ferocious to those who managed to anger him.

Today, Persues had been called by his father, Kronos, to report to the throne room. He didn't know what was going to happen. Perseus was wearing simple black robes and had his prized celestial bronze sword Anaklusmos aka Riptide strapped on his waist.

"Man I'm bored. Hopefully I can get this done quick." Perseus complained as they approached the large doors of the council room. He knocked and waited for a response.

"You may enter." His father's voice rang through the building.

The boy entered the Council room to see the titan council. The Children of Ouranos were sitting in their glorious thrones. From left to right, they were:Oceanus,Koios, Krios, Hyperion,Iapetus, Kronos Rhea,Themis, Theia, Mnemosyne, Phoebe, and Thethys. They were all in their Titan forms, towering above the young boy, who had opted to stay in human form.

"Perseus," Kronos said slowly as he looked down upon his child, "Today is the day when you shall receive your domains from the Fates. Are you ready?"

'Whoa' Perseus was in shock. He was gonna receive his domains. He knew it was gonna happen eventually, he just expected it to be later. Like a lot later. He looked up to see his mother looking at them with knowing smile. 'She knew.' He decided 'Mom knew and she intentionally did not tell me anything.' Calming himself, he turned to his father. "Yes, I am." He finally answered his father.

"Very well." The king of the Titans said. There was a flash of light at Kronos' feet. The flash died down to reveal three elderly ladies. The first was holding a basket of Yarn. The second was holding a pair of spheres. And The final one knitting a large pair of socks. They were Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, the fates.

At once, all three spoke. """All hail Perseus, god of heroes, natural disasters, destruction, time, loyalty, and darkness."""

The room was silent. Suddenly, Rhea jumped out of her thrown, shrank down to human size and glomped her two children. "I'm so proud of you two! My son has such powerful domains!" She then turned to Kronos. "Isn't this wonderful dear?" She asked her husband.

The titan of time chuckled. "Yes it is." Mentally he had other thoughts. 'God? Is he not a titan?'

"Ahem" A loud cough caught the room's attention. Everyone looked around to see The Fates still present by Kronos' feet. "Thank you." The one in the middle said. "We still have business to discuss here." The three old ladies turned up, towards the Titan King and spoke again. """Lord Kronos, eventually, lord Uranus' curse shall rain true. You shall one day bear a child who will eventually do to you what you have done to your own father. Your throne shall be taken, and your kingdom shall become only a distant memory. In the end, however, it will be your own actions that bring this curse true.""" With that message, The Fates disappeared, leaving the room in startled silence.