Hi guys I am BlueFireRunes, this is my first fanfic so if you have any tips to help me with my story it would be much appreciated. I will apologise now for any OOC's, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do it that's just how I imagine that characters would react/act. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus or any of their characters. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

This story will be BOYxBOY so if you don't like don't read.

Third Person POV:

Suddenly, the great golden doors flew open. They crashed into the marble walls with such force that cracks spread out in all directions. Everyone in the throne room turned to face the door instantly. Outside the sky was dark despite it being the middle of the day, and rain plummeted towards the ground like an army laying siege to the Earth. A tremendous crash made most of the rooms' occupants' jump, as Zeus' rage added to the storm outside. But nobody cared. Nobody really paid attention. They were all too transfixed by the horrifying sight before them. Stood just inside the doors, bone dry, was a group of seven monsters.

Stood towards the back of the group, snarling menacingly at the gods and their children were four rouge Cyclopes'. The beasts stood at 7 feet tall and were a sickly grey colour, as if they were living stone. But the gods couldn't see much of their skin as they were covered head to toe in tribal tattoos and markings. Unfortunately the creatures only covered themselves with a ragged linen cloth. On either side of the group stood a Dracaenae they were covered in dark, forest green scales and had glowing yellow slit eyes. However that wasn't the armoured snake lady's strangest feature, oh no, that award went to their double snake trunk legs. No-one was looking at the six monsters though. No, they were looking at something – someone – far worse.

The man in the centre was nine feet of pure muscle that made even Ares jealous. His bulging arms were crossed in front of his black shirt, and his feet were set wide below him. Making him an imposing structure and adding to the deadly aura he gave off, this drew the gaze of even the demigods who had never seen him to his face. But the immortal demigods knew that face too well; even if he had burned away his mortal host. Now instead of sandy blonde hair the man had a chocolate brown military buzz cut, but the same cruel smirk was still plastered on his face. Even if that did not give the man's identity away his merciless golden gaze did. Their worst enemy was back, after only just over a century. The titan king, father of the big three. Kronos. And this time their hero wasn't around to save them. Such a painful and obvious reminder of him had sorrow welling up inside each of them for their lost hero.

After a few moments of shocked silence Zeus broke out of his trance like state. "What are you doing here father?" He spat the word 'father' like it was the foulest of insults, which to the titan it probably was. But his father did not even bother to answer. No. Instead he let out a booming laugh, so violent it shook the entire throne room. A few people thought they saw a small movement behind Kronos, however they shook off the thought as them seeing things and got back to the task at hand. "How can you have reformed already?" Poseidon asked threateningly, rising from his throne. "My son and Hermes' boy scattered your essence too thin." The titan king's laughter suddenly ceased and he raised an amused eye brow at his son. "Do you really believe me so stupid as to have put all my essence in the Castellan's boy?" He sneered. "No," he continued not waiting for a reply. "I only put half in him. The rest stayed in Tartarus, gaining strength slowly." The gods eyes widened in shock as they realised they had been idiots to underestimate Kronos. Simply thinking their victory had ended the war. But they were wrong. That was just one battle.

The Greek immortal demigods were furious. Luke had sacrificed himself, and what good had it done them? It had given them one hundred years to grow lazy and for the enemy to gain power. They had even lost their hero. The one destined to save them. While the gathered council collected their thoughts, the titan continued his speech. "Admittedly, I wouldn't have been able to resurface for much longer if it wasn't for my present." He chuckled darkly. Golden eyes searched the gathered crowd for a moment before they met grey. Annabeth steeled her gaze and put up a strong front against her lost loves enemy. "You remember don't you wisdom spawn. About the gift you left for me as you left Tartarus?" Kronos queried faking innocence. The blonde girl's fists tightened, she hoped he didn't mean what she though. Even if Hades and Nico couldn't locate his soul. He had to be dead after this long, right?

Slowly the titan unfolded his arms and reached for something behind him. People's hands shot to weapons all around the room, but he didn't seem to care. Kronos just carried on moving his hand behind him and seemed to grab something. It looked like a careless action. But if they had looked closely, they would've noticed his molten eyes scanning the room cautiously. When he decided no one was going to attack him, the titian whipped his arm forward and threw something to the floor by his feet. Seeing the titan king cross his arm back over his chest the people deduced it was safe to look away from him. Instead they focused on the object at his feet. A few gasps of shock were heard as people realised what it was. Sprawled on the white marble floor a metre in front of the titan, but still closer to the monsters than them, was a boy.

He looked to be roughly six foot one in height. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, the boy wore no shoes, his clothes were torn in several places and seemed to have dry blood staining them. Slowly the boy moved his head with a muffled groan, for he had hit the floor quite hard. His mop of jet black hair shifted slightly on the ground. The on lookers gazed at him with sympathy, it was instantly clear that the boy was used to far crueller treatment than this. Just as he was starting to come to, a sharp kick connected to his rib cage. Sending him face first back into the floor. "Get up you useless brat!" The offender yelled. The boy nodded and hurried to comply with his master's wishes. Kronos stepped back again and smiled triumphantly. His prize was acting just as he wanted him to, the boy's friends and family would be heart broken. The boy set has hands on the cold floor and pushed himself up painfully. This showed off the boy's impressive physique that would've had Aphrodite drooling if it wasn't for the uncountable amount of scars that covered his well-muscled arms.

The boy steadily pushed himself to his knees but did not raise any further, nor did he lift his head from where it rested on his chest, letting his dirty black hair cover his face. All the immortals in the room recognised the boy slightly, knowing they had seen him somewhere, but only a few of them guessed who he was. And then they prayed to Chaos they were wrong. "Who have you brought to my throne room? Who is this boy?" Zeus yelled at his father, no longer being able to stand the tension. "Do you hear that spawn? They don't even remember you." He laughed looking at the back of the boy's head, if anything it seemed to lower even more. "All those years you spent saying they'd come for you. Wasted." He taunted, smirking victoriously at the gods. "Please," Poseidon spoke gently. "Will you tell us who you are?" The god had a thought about who the mystery boy could be from what their father had said, but he was desperately clinging to the hope it wasn't true. The boy didn't move. "Please." A male voice came from the demigod section of the room. No one knew who had uttered the word, but it somehow carried the length of the room to the titan's ears. Another booming laugh shook the room; causing the boy to flinch violently. "Go on then." He encouraged gleefully. "Show them who you are. Show them the scum you have become." The voice was laughing at him. But it carried the silent threat of what would happen if he didn't.

The boy took in a shaking breath and slowly lifted his face to the awaiting crowd. His eyes were still shut, but they could now see the fresh trails of glistening blood that ran from his temple and nose. The rest of his face was also covered in a layer of dirt and dried blood, despite this they could all tell that beneath it all the boy was very handsome. They also realised for the first time that he was not a boy. Instead they could now see him as he truly was, a broken and submissive seven-teen year old. Someone who had been in the 'care' of Kronos for a long time, far too long. The teen took another ragged breath to steady himself before he slowly peeled his eyes open. As his eyelids moved out of the way a pair of beautiful sea green eyes were revealed. They were missing their usual glint and were misty with tears, but there was now no doubt of who he was. He was their lost hero.

Percy Jackson.

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