Welcome to my new story! First off, there are a few notes I need to run you guys by before we begin.

Pairings are JxT and AxA, just so you know. But there's going to be a few surprises coming up from time to time. You'll have to find that out for yourself.

Some of the credit goes to Melosa16, for BetaReading this chapter for me, and reminding me of the stupid mistakes I made. So give a round of applause for her!

I will be posting a new chapter once every Monday, so stay tuned every week for a new update!

Disclaimer: All original elements that are implemented into this story is owned by me. SteeleCratos is owned by me. Please ask for permission if you want to borrow certain original creations for your own needs. Class of the Titans is owned by Studio B Productions and Nelvana. All rights reserved.

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In The Light Of The Moon

Class of the Titans

Chapter 1: Soar

New Olympia. It isn't a bad place. Not necessarily good, but not bad. At first glance you might even mistake it for one of the major metropolises in the world: Toronto, Vancouver, New York, even Hollywood maybe, if you just ignore the studios and such.

But New Olympia was special. Not in a way that may seem obvious. There were mystical things going on. Nothing fancy like in the East, but something that can awe you as well as making your heart jump out of your throat, catch a taxi and head over to Nunavut. New Olympia is basically a shelter for the gods.

How are the gods here on Earth, and residing in a metropolis of all places? They are like the Transformers from Cybertron; they hide in plain sight, taking on the guises of everyday people. However, they reside in a special wing of the local high school: Olympus High School (what a creative name!), their chambers only available to the chosen.

Ah yes, the chosen. Taken from all across North America, these teenagers have been chosen by the Gods to protect them from the megalomaniac Cronus and his plot to take over the world.

Now this may seem a bit cliché to some of you, but this is some legit shit going on over here; it's a secret war between a Titan god of time and seven adolescent teenagers. Bystanders sometimes die from the events that circulate around these seven.

How did this all start? Just with a prophecy:

The seven shall claim the one

The one from time and time again

One shall fall, and seven remain

Who they are, only shimmering eyes will say.

You can interpret this prophecy in any way you want. But this prophecy changed the lives of seven kids forever, showing them a world that was hidden in their own.

But what was really dumb of everyone who ever read this prophecy is that they forgot the second stanza:

When time grows old

Seven shall falter

One shall rise, to bring the words.

Fire leaps in his name

He is the key, the key to the sun.

Time cries, and time weeps

But with eight combined the battle continues

And one must reveal the light of the moon.

This second stanza dictates events that are yet to come to pass. These events are not yet known, but will be chronicled for your convenience.

This is the Chronicle of the Seven.

"And the one must reveal the light of the moon." A low voice said, with interest. Cronus rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he pondered what he read. "Are you sure the Oracle gave this to you?" the god asked the brown-skinned giant beside him. Agnon winced as his master looked at him with freakishly piercing red eyes, and nodded meekly, giggling sheepishly in nervousness. Cronus didn't really look convinced, looked back at the scroll that he had in his hands.

A few days ago, he'd heard whispers of something big coming up. And being an evil megalomaniac, he had to find out what was going on for himself. So he went to his first source: the Oracle. The newspaper vendor gave him some odd words, and when he got the blank look on the god of time's face, he merely wrote it down. "What in my name is this supposed to mean?" the time god wondered, reading over the passage again and again.

"Gah, this is doing me no good." He finally said, throwing the scroll onto the ground. He got up from his seat, and walked over towards his magical 'see all, hear all' pool at his lair. He walked towards the edge of the platform that he always stepped on to spy on the heroes, and waved his hand.

The pool's vibrations suddenly stopped, and the water went still. Cronus spun his arm once, and it started to swirl at the same speed as that rotation of his arm. The whirlpool spun wildly for a few moments afterwards, before stabilizing once more into calm waters.

Images soon began to swirl, quick run-by's throughout the world. There were different scenes from India, the Middle East, New Olympia, the USA, England, Mexico, all those places.

But one specific place caught his attention. He raised an eyebrow as the rapidly moving scan of the world started to slow down. The locations that were revealed were now within North America. The scan was now showing select views that gradually went north: first Alabama, then Georgia, Virginia, and afterwards New York. But it didn't stop there: it moved beyond the USA, and into Canada. Cronus saw views of different towns and cities all across Canada: Vancouver, Yellowknife, Calgary. The picture on the water suddenly stopped and stayed focused onto a certain city: Toronto.

"Toronto? What could be there?" he asked to himself. He focused his powers, and the pool shifted once again, the picture's focus changing to a boy that was walking down the street.

Cronus raised an eyebrow, and rubbed his chin. What could be so important about this mortal? "Hmmmm... I'll have to investigate this myself." He turned to his lackey. "Agnon, get your brothers. We're going on a trip."

Agnon's eyes widened. Oh no. Not again...He sighed, and walked into the main hall, leaving his master to prepare.

Archie, with his trademarked blue sweater and purple hair, was walking solemnly back towards the dorm, one hand in his pocket, and the other holding onto the strap of his backpack. He entered the building, slamming the door hard with rage.

Jay, who had been watching the news in the living room, had no doubt heard Archie come in. "Yikes, Archie. You alright, you look terrible." he said, noting his long face and half-closed eyes.

The purple haired boy shook his head. "I'm fine, nothing too serious." he said quickly, wanting to get off the subject. He threw himself onto the couch and groaned.

However, Jay was a bit quicker than that. "Oh no Archie. You're not getting away this time. What happened?"

Archie gave a long sigh, a sign of quick defeat. He didn't really feel like fighting today. "It's really nothing. Just a bad mark." He said quickly.

"You got back your chem test today?" Jay inquired. Archie nodded. "Well what did you get? It can't be that bad."

"Oh yeah?" Archie took off his backpack, and opened it up. He shoved a hand inside, and started to shuffle around before pulling out a densely crumpled piece of paper. He tossed to Jay, but the paper smacked him square on the forehead before he could catch it. The partly-Greek teenager glared at Archie, before uncoupling the piece of paper.

The other boy watched Jay as he scanned his test, seeing him go through multiple expressions as he read more and more of the Chemistry Test. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he sat down beside him on the couch. He laid back, rested his head onto the cushion, and closed his eyes.

"Diatomic." he heard Jay say.

His eyes snapped open immediately and he sat up. "Excuse me?"

He pointed to a certain question on the paper. "If you have 2 triatomic molecules, and you take 4 atoms away, you get a diatomic elementNot an isotope." He explained.

Archie gaped, and snatched the paper from Jay. He read over the question that the other boy was talking about, replacing what he had put down as an answer with his answer. "NO! Oh dear lord no! I'm such an idiot!"

Jay blinked at Archie's reaction to his correction. "Uh...Archie? You only got 98. Isn't that good enough already?"

Archie gowered at Jay. "No, it's not! Getting one wrong means that I'm an idiot for getting one wrong! One wrong means that I was this close to getting perfect!" He put his thumb and forefinger together, leaving a tiny space between the two to emphasize how close it was. He rolled his eyes and collapsed back onto the couch.

Jay raised an eyebrow at him yet again, and rolled his eyes as well, giving up. "Looks like I can't convince you wrong." He grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of him, and started to flip through the channels. "Nothing on. As usual." He muttered. He went through the channels stopping at CTV. "What's on the news?" the boy muttered rhetorically.

"In other news, there is massive hype going around for a new Hard Rock Cafe that will be opening tomorrow. The Cafe owner says that they 'will have regular live shows with up and coming performers in the business and some well known artists in rock. Julie Kinson reports." A middle-aged reporter said inside the CTV studio.

The view in the studio room shifted to live camera, where a young adult woman was standing outside a moderately large building. "Hello, I'm Julie Kinson, standing outside the Caranos Hard Rock Cafe, here in the outskirts of good old Toronto. The owner of this building is unavailable for interview at the moment, but we have here a young performer who's going to be playing live tomorrow at the grand opening." At this, a brown-skinned teenager stepped up to camera view, beside the reporter. He was wearing a brown-bomber leather jacket and had square lensed glasses, which looked smart rather than geeky on him. He was carrying a black guitar case that was on his back like a backpack, one hand holding one of the straps that supported it. He smiled sincerely as the reporter spoke. "Mr. Cratos-"

"Please, just Steele." he reminded the reporter.

"Alright Steele, how do you feel about your first performance tomorrow?"

"Well I think it's going to be alot of fun, and I get to actually show off my skills to all my friends and family." He grabbed the microphone from the reporters hand and pointed at the camera. "You hear that John! Tomorrow I'm going to prove you wrong!" he snapped. He gave back the microphone to the interviewer, shaking slightly from his action.

"So, uhm... there are also reports that an agent from a big record dealership will be here as well. Do you think that he'll recognize you?"

At this, Steele's eyes widened. "There's going to be an agent?" He looked towards the camera, eyes still wide, and back at the reporter. "Uhm... damn it." He muttered, expression darkening. "if you'll excuse me, I need to...go over my songs a few times. Thanks for having the time to interview me." He said, shaking the reporters hand. He waved to the camera briefly and walked away.

The reporter blinked for a few moments, before realizing that they were still live. She turned back to the camera, and meekly said, "This is Julie Kinson, CTV news."

"And that was the strangest thing I've ever seen." Jay muttered.

Archie raised an eyebrow at the television screen, amused. "Did you see the look on that kid's face? He must be petrified." He laughed.

Jay, however, shot a glare at him. "Well then, I think we should go to this cafe." He grinned as he heard laughter cease.

"You mean tomorrow? To a newly-opening cafe? In Toronto? Just us?"

"Noo... not just the two of us. Let's see what everyone else says first."

Archie narrowed his eyes, and crossed his arms. "I heard Odie was going to some techie convention tomorrow. I don't think he'll come." He smirked as he saw Jay's expression change. "Oh, and Neil's got another photoshoot tomorrow."

"Herry's going to go visit Granny tomorrow as well." a feminine voice cut in. Both of the boys eyes went to them as Atlanta and Theresa walked into the living room.

"What are we talking about?" the huntress asked Archie as she sat down beside him. The purple haired boy suddenly got nervous, but found his tongue and told her about what was on the news, with slightly less stuttering than before.

"Hard Rock Cafe? Sounds fun. You guys going to go?" Theresa asked.

"Yep. It's opening at noon tomorrow." Jay said.

"Wait a sec, what about tickets? What about seating? How are we going to get there anyway? Who knows how far Toronto is from here? What time ?!" Archie panicked, and grabbed Jay by the collar, shaking him around as he rapidly asked those questions. Jay pushed him off.

"Archie! What the hell's gotten into you today?" He demanded, really worried about the other boy's erratic behaviour.

Theresa, having enough of this, quickly answered the questions. "I have a few contacts in Toronto, so I can get us in no problem; we can use Hermes' portal to get there, so distance isn't a factor, and we ought to be there by 11:30." She explained.

Archie looked at her for a moment, before relaxing. He slapped his hand on his forehead and lay back on the couch.

Atlanta spoke up. "So who's going? Just us four?"

Jay counted back to the people who weren't going. "I think so. Odie's at convention; Herry's at Granny's; Neil's at photoshoot." He nodded. "Yep. Just us four."

Theresa smiled at what Jay's final answer. She liked it whenever he made a decision. Plus he always makes a certain face that makes her heart melt at the sight of it. Thank god that no one knows. "Alright then, it's settled." She spoke, trying to cast the thoughts away for the time being. She can go swoon over him later. "I guess I'd better call Ol' Abel." She walked out of the living room, and went towards the kitchen and to the phone.

Atlanta watched her go, and, without a second thought, looked back at Archie. "You wanna go running?" she asked.

Archie looked back, this time trying oh so very hard to not define her good looks and qualities. Like her perfectly shaped red hair, the way her eyes looked whenever she asked a question, the slight smile that always comes when the two talked. "Uh sure! Let's go." He responded, trying desperately to get those thoughts out of his head. He got up from the couch, but before the two walked out the door, he asked her, "Aren't you going to go change?"

"I did." Atlanta responded, gesturing to her track pants and shirt. She also had a sweater on in case it got a bit chilly.

Archie nodded. "Alright." He opened the door for her.

Jay raised an eyebrow as the two left, and looked around. No one was around at the moment. Just him...and Theresa.

YES!He thought to himself, smiling.

Unfortunately, he must have been speaking aloud by accident, for Theresa poked her head from the kitchen. "Did you say something Jay?"

The leader blushed a little bit, and shook his head. The descendant of Theseus shrugged and went back into the kitchen. Jay breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that Theresa had heard everything he said.

"Why the HELL didn't Caranos tell me that an agent from EMI Music Publishing is coming to hear ME perform! All the way from the freaking UK! Can you freaking believe that?!" the 16 year old Indian boy said, pacing around his room.

His best friend, however, was sitting on a chair that was completely on the opposite direction of the nervous boy. "Uh...Steele? Why are you talking to your guitar?"

It was true. Steele had been indeed speaking to his guitar, which was hung magnificently on the stand. Its ebony black colour shone with the daylight that crept through his windows. The guitarist turned around to his best friend, and glared at him. "I don't need your criticism right now Drew. Right now I need to give my guitar a pep talk."

Drew blinked, and looked at his best friend's guitar. It was ebony black, Epiphone Les Paul guitar with gold detailing. He looked back at Steele, whose eye was twitching slightly. "Wow. This gig really has you wired, doesn't it?"

"Of course it freaking does! If I mess up, I'm screwed!" He snapped, disregarding the fact that he just swore right in his friend's face. The two have done it lots of times, which had led to them not really caring if one of them swore to another. Steele sighed, appearing to calm down. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm a little nervous." He said modestly.

Drew waved it off. "It's alright. I understand the pressure this is putting onto you. But I thought that you wanted to be a doctor, not a professional musician."

Steele walked back over to his guitar, and took it from the stand. He sat down on one of the benches in his room and started to practice.

"I do. This gig is just for fun. I don't really care if people criticize me. Plus the only reason I took that gig was because it wasn't serious. But then Caranos had to bring flipping EMI into the scenario!" he complained. He groaned for a moment, and started to quietly play an improvisation, while looking as his friend spoke.

"Regardless, just do your best, and have fun with it. But above all, if that EMI dude wants to license you, say no!" he said. "You're already rich enough as it is, being the son of a highly respected doctor. I wouldn't want to push the envelope just yet."

Steele nodded as his left hand flew towards the high notes on the far right of the fingerboard. "You're right." He agreed. "You're going to be there, right?"

Drew nodded. "Yep. I'll be right at the front, cheering you on." he grinned. "And I'll be your representative in case that agent likes you." He chuckled.

Steele stopped playing at that, a discord ringing out from the amp. He glared at his best friend. "No. I'm my own representative. You say nothing." he said slowly and seriously.

Drew's eyes widened, and he backed off a bit, raising his hands in defense. "Why?" he asked genuinely

Steele raised an eyebrow at the question. "Do you REALLY want me to answer that?"

Drew opened his mouth for a moment, but no words came out as his brain processed what his friend just asked him. What Steele was referring to was the multiple disasters that erupted whenever Drew tried to do a get rich quick scheme. Steele didn't really want to go down into the dumps with Drew if anything went wrong. The boy wagged a finger at the guitar player. "Good point."

Steele smiled. "Good." He resumed playing, but instead performed a different song, nothing like the other songs that he had played and was going to play. It was unique, at least to him. He didn't really have any words to describe the sounding of his voice, as he didn't really like to work with onomatopoeias. But from the best way that he can describe it, the music was light, but had a strong bass beat to it. However, that was only at the intro and outro. Once the song really got going, the dynamics start to change. A delay effect is added, to provide a very subtle ambient sound to the tones. Then medium distortion was added as well, to change the feel of the music into something hard yet meaningful sustain to the overall tone of the music. A Phase Shift is also added at select parts of the song to provide a twist to the beat, but only in select parts of the bridge and the ends of the chorus. It was obviously an instrumental. Steele didn't consider himself skilled enough to play a guitar and sing at the same time. Too much work for a 17 year old.

Drew grinned as he watched his best friend play. He couldn't really do anything like that. His friend has always been dedicated to his work, especially with music. Hard to believe that this guy is anything more than just a musician. But there was more to him than meets the eye.

The dirty blond haired boy looked at his watch. His eyes widened quickly as he read the time.

"Crap! I gotta go!" He said, interrupting Steele in the middle of his solo. The Indian boy instantly ceased playing and rested his guitar against the bench, rising to his feet. "What? Why?"

"My mom should be coming in like, five seconds to pick me up. We have to go home to pack up. A few hours after your performance, I'm going to Montreal for the break." He explained quickly.

"You're going to Montreal for the whole two weeks of March Break?" Steele raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't that be long? And boring?"

"Actually, we have a condo up on the outskirts of the city, so all I have to do is bring my Rock Band stuff over there, and play video games for the whole 2 weeks." Drew grinned as Steele smacked his forehead.

"Drew. You're a real douchebag." Steele told him. There was suddenly a really annoying honking noise coming from outside. He went up to the window, and looked down at the driveway. "Yep. She's here." he confirmed. "See you tomorrow man."