Chapter 2

Perseus Jackson was kneeling before the mighty King of the Gods. He had been called to Olympus to discuss his reward for his heroism in the giant war against Gaea and her allies. He stood and next bowed to his father to show respect. "Perseus Jackson!" Zeus thundered, "In honor of your courageous acts in the latest war you shall be granted one gift! Choose wisely for you shall only have one gift!"

Percy pondered on what to choose. He looked toward his father, Poseidon, who gave an encouraging smile. Percy knew his father wanted him to choose godhood. He looked toward Athena who had a straight face while looking at him. He turned to Hermes who had a mischievous glint in his eyes just like the Stolls. Percy looked upon Zeus's face and stated in a clear voice, "I ask for godhood my lord." The King of the Gods did not look surprised. He nodded his head and stood. The other gods stood as well. They were fifteen feet tall and still looked small compared to the room itself.

The gods began to chant. Quietly at first, but then the voices rose in unison and began to sound as one person. They began to glow and the transformed into their true forms. They were light gold, all shined in magnificence, and as bright as the sun itself. Perseus could not catch any of what they were saying, but soon it did not matter as he felt himself float in the air to where he was in the center of all the gods. They began to take on the appearance of different colors. Slowly but surly he felt himself begin to disintegrate as he stared at the gods true forms. He cried in pain and began to go mad.

He closed his eyes for an uncertain amount of time and when opened again he was glowing a deep blue color. He looked up and saw the Olympians sit back down on their respective thrones as he saw colors more vividly than before. He could hear things outside the throne room in the streets of Olympus. He turned his head down only to find a stain right below him. It was a dark read color and had dried to a point. Zeus called his name and commanded him to stand. "Perseus Jackson, the Fates have whispered in my ear of what you shall be god of! From this day forward you shall be known as the God of Time, Heroes, Weapons, Tides, and Fading !" declared Zeus.

35 Years later

James Clockwork casually strolled into class ten minutes early, leaving just enough time to finish his homework. He breathed in the smell of the classroom while taking in the look of the classroom. The dusty bookshelves and the smudgy chalkboard, the small desk and abundance of kids. James was a shy and clumsy, with his long body, and zero self confidence. He may have looked like many other students in most regards, but what kept him apart from the rest of the other teens was the fact of all the creepy things that happened around him. He was always fidgeting around and could barely concentrate on anything that had to do with reading. He hated it and couldn't make sense of any words. What set him away from the rest of the teens was also the fact that his eyes looked like liquid gold. It interested some, but most people thought it was creepy and weird.

The day passed normally for James, with everybody ignoring him and throwing things at him from behind. He had learned to live with the everyday abuse, but was still annoyed with most of the other students. It had already been three hours since school started, but James was already exhausted. The numbers flew through his mind as he tried to shake off his headache. Groaning, James grabbed his binder and walked out of the classroom.

Walking through the halls of the school was like navigating traffic. Zooming by others leaning against the lockers talking to their friends, James made his way to fourth period with Mr. Diggle. Mr. Diggle was a crotchety old man with a withered face that was a wrinkled as a mummy. Mr. Diggle figured that James was a stuck up know it all from the beginning of the year, and utterly hated James. While this was not exactly a crisis, James still cringed when he would walk into the classroom only to meet Mr. Diggle's glare. Almost to the dreaded class, James was tripped by Zach Daniels, his bully. James papers fell out of his binder and spilled all over the floor. Getting up, he tried to grab all of the papers, but was suddenly pushed on a locker. Looking up, James spat onto the person who shoved him, who's forearm was against his adams apple. It was Zach, obviously, who was standing right in front of Zach. With a snarl Zach brought his left fist up and landed a hit against James right above the eyebrow.
Well when push comes to shove James thought to himself. Bringing his knee up he felt it connect with Zach's stomach. Dropping his forearm from James' throat gasping for air. While Zach was bent over James swept a leg out of under him, knocking Zach down. With a well fitted shoe, James knocked out the bully who was well overweight.

A ring of onlookers had surrounded the two fighters. Many of them had phones out videoing as "oh!" was repeated by everybody because of the swift knockout. Mr. Diggle managed to push through the group of teens and grab James by the shoulder. Mrs. Francis came up speaking to Mr. Diggle "Freddy, help me haul Zach to his feet. James stay right there!".

James began to feel tired as he looked around. Everyone who had crowded him seemed to move in slow motion as he looked around in shock. Their voices seemed to slur and every movement was as slow as a snail. Shaking his head as if to clear it and pushed his way through the crowd. By the time he was at the edge of the crowd the first person he touched was just starting to turn their head. He ran down the halls trying to find somewhere that felt remotely safe. His vision had blurred to almost non existent and his head was throbbing. He could feel the blood pumping in his body, he could feel the beads of sweat against his forehead and there was a rush in his ears. James stopped and leaned against a locker, vomiting, the nausea in his stomach easing slightly. After he had finished, he turned and saw something flying towards him. It was a bird and he saw the spark of a flame begin on its wing. He watched as the bird slowly caught flame while flying towards him. He moved to the side as the bird attempted to dive bomb him, leaving a trail of fire and smoke. Turning to find help, and there was a girl in some type of armor. It was a dark silver lined with a gold trim. In the center of the armor was an hour glass with blue sand. A glowing bronze knife left her hand with little room for mistake. James could feel the bird coming down for another sweep. Time seemed to slow down as James grabbed the blade and felt the cool metal bite into his hand. His blood washed down his arm in a warm torrent. He turned falling to a knee as he threw the knife and watched as the it moved fast, but everything else was still very slow. The blade sank into the chest of the bird and it turned into ash and, caught in a blast of air, sprinkling the ground with black and white pieces. Already on one knee, he collapsed forwards directly on his face. Drowsiness pulling him into the sweet embrace of sleep.