Rising Moon
Prologue
For those of you who don't remember, the primordials are Aether, God of upper air and light. Ananke, Goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. Erebos, God of darkness and shadows. Gaea, Mother Earth. Hemera, Goddess of daylight. Chronos, the real God of time. The Nesoi, Goddesses of the islands. Nyx, Goddess of night. Uranus, Father Sky. The Ourea, Gods of mountains. Phanes, God of procreation. Pontus, God of the seas. Tartarus, named after the pit he rules. Thalassa, spirit of the sea. Chaos, God of nothingness, their leader. You may wonder why these names, or more importantly, these immortal beings, are important to this story. This is a story about Greek Gods, isn't it? And about the children they seared. But before the Gods, there were Titans. And these were before even them. They are the Great-great-grandparents to some demi-gods, great-great-great-grandparents to others. So in a way, they are connected. And they are very important with how this story will continue.
But like the Gods and the Titans, there is not a nice family relationship between the primordials and the Gods. Or with anyone, really. For those who remember Aether, you know how they act, and just how deceptive they are. They had kept to themselves for so very long, that most had forgotten about them, just as most mortals have forgotten their religion. So of course, news of them coming back was a big surprise. For everyone. This story, the third and final, starts with a ceremony. Not a funeral, as that happened the day before last. This is a ceremony of different sorts. One that involved a great deal of power.
Andra flinched as she walked in the grand double doors that lead into the throne room of Olympus. They were the same ones she had walled though almost five hundred years before, and they hadn't changed a bit. Neither had the Gods. Her demi-god friends watched as she walked past them. She hated the way they looked at her; like they were scared of her and the power she possessed, and how much more she would attain. Maybe it was the way she was dressed: a long, flowing white dress, in a formal Greek style. Andra had to admit, she looked pretty in it, but it wasn't at all her type. It was like Clarisse in the skirt she had worn to Cass's funeral-a once in a lifetime thing.
She took a deep breath and her heels clacked upon the tile flooring of the throne room. Andra cursed the mortal who had come up the contraptions as she wiggled in them, desperately trying to maintain her balance, not wanting to fall in front of the Gods, even if they were now on a first name basis. Finally, she stopped in the middle of the room. Sweeping some of her long, brown hair aside, she knelt to the Gods respectfully. They spoke their little incantations, and said their magic words while her heart pounded. None of it reached Andra's ears. When she rose, she stood before her friends and the Gods. And then, they bowed to her.
Zeus' voice rang out for all of Olympus to hear, "Hail Andromeda Marquette. Titan of Time."
Applause rang in her ears. She turned and grinned to her friends, who smiled back. They looked a little nervous, but a wink from her, and they came running. Conner reached her first, and she hugged him tightly, then Annabeth and Thalia and Nico and Percy, and all those she had become acquainted with in her short time at camp.
There was no official party after, but it was all the same to the new Titan. Instead, she sat on the edge of Olympus, her feet dangling off, pointing towards New York, which lay below. Her friends sat with her, on either side, hundred of feet above the city that never slept. They talked and laughed just as easily as if she were still just immortal. They didn't seem to care that she had power. Andra knew that it wasn't always like that, and she smiled to herself when she knew how lucky she was to have proven herself to the demi-god and to the Gods. Because it was them who mattered. Them who would always stand by her in all her immortal glory. And she would need their help.