AdelineDaratrazanoff (chapter 1): I Love this story! It is really good and you don't really see stories written from this perspective I love it! Cant wait to find out what happens next! / Here you go :)
Guest: reading this chapter reminded me of that scene in TLO when Kronos had possessed Luke's body.
Chiron just came up to 'Luke' and 'Luke' was just like, "child, you are a failure". sad, yet funny. / Huh... oh yeah. Didn't realise until you pointed it out...
yinstark: Ooohhh! I'm really interested in this story! I haven't read many Fics with Kronos in it but this one has me hooked. I keep thinking about when Percy and Kronos will cross paths. / Eventually. Oh, eventually. Do the words 'Winter Solstice' mean anything to you?
Chapter 3 - One Down
The three Olympians were waiting for him in the main room. When Kronos stepped through the doorway the conversation abruptly stopped and they stared at him for several moments before Zeus decided to break the silence.
"You will return each night by eight," the god started. "And we've decided that if you do attempt to harm any god or goddess then you shall be returned to Chaos immediately. You are to do what any Olympian on the council or Hestia tells you to do. And nothing important is to be destroyed. Understand?"
Kronos nodded slightly, leaning against the doorframe. "Yes."
"And Hestia will be ensuring you do not forget any of those rules," Zeus added.
Kronos' hand fisted against the doorframe. "You are giving me a babysitter?"
"Since we rather obviously can't trust you, yes, we are," Zeus said. "Hopefully, we'll last the first half day without anyone being harmed."
Good luck with that. Kronos bit his tongue. "Any other restraints you want to give me?" he demanded.
"For now no. But if we need to, then there will be more," Zeus said.
Kronos scowled and mockingly bowed towards the god. "As you wish," he said sarcastically.
Zeus frowned at him. "You are aware of the consequences," he said as he stood. "Now, I have to get all the beings on Olympus to swear to not spread word of your presence."
There were several reasons Kronos could think of for the god wanting to do that – two of which were because they didn't want any of his fellow Titans to find out, and because the Primordials would quickly hear if word started spreading like wildfire. And Kronos wasn't too eager to be visited by a Primordial while he was defenceless.
"You are to not touch a single thing in this Palace," Hera said sharply as she left the room, leaving him alone with Hestia.
Kronos eyed her warily as he moved into the room, but when she made no move to speak or even move he relaxed and decided to vault over the back of the couch. She raised an eyebrow at him as he settled back with his hands behind his head, lying lengthways on the couch.
"You have three hours," Hestia announced, looking calmly at him. "I doubt you want to spend that time lying there."
Kronos glared at the ceiling high above him. "Well, now I cannot do what I wished, can I?"
Hestia smiled. "Since Zeus decided to not give you a tour, perhaps I could?"
Kronos turned slightly to look at her. "Could we visit Artemis' temple?"
Hestia blinked. "Uh, yes. If you wish to."
"Excellent," he said cheerfully, removing his feet from the couch and standing. "Well?" he prompted.
Hestia frowned at him. "If you think I'll allow you to destroy Artemis' temple you're sorely mistaken, father."
Kronos scowled at her. "Don't call me that."
"But nevertheless, we may visit the temple if you wish," Hestia said, looking at him knowingly. "You may wish to wear another layer – it can sometimes get quite cold up here with the wind."
"I don't get cold," Kronos said dismissively.
"Never?" Hestia asked and Kronos just shrugged. "Well, if you don't need one then we'll go now," she said as she stood.
Kronos moved out to the corridor. "So is Hera always like that? Or is it just with me?"
"I think you'll find a lot of us are like that with you," Hestia stated. "And we certainly have good reason to."
Kronos just smirked as he trailed a finger along the wall in the corridor. "And I have good reason to hate each and every one of you, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't care what your reason is."
Hestia pursed her lips. "And you can't attempt to try?"
Kronos' smirk widened. "But then I'd have to be nice, and I simply cannot allow that. And it would be too much of an effort. It's far easier to just be me."
"And get sent back to the Void?" Hestia asked, inwardly surprised that he was willingly talking to her.
"If that's what it takes."
"You're willing to go back there? Even though Chaos will make you fade?"
"I'm not afraid of fading, nor of death," Kronos said, brushing his hand over the statue of a golden eagle at the entrance to Zeus' Palace. "Not anymore."
Hestia shook her head. "At all? You don't care if you fade?"
The Titan turned his golden gaze onto her, momentarily looking away from studying Olympus stretched out beneath them. "Should I?"
Hestia sighed. "Let's go," she said, making her way down to the main section of Olympus. "And I will be watching you to make sure you don't destroy anything."
Kronos' mouth twitched up slightly. "Naturally. But I suspect that will be harder than you think."
"Someone's getting ahead of himself," Hestia stated. She glanced back at him to see he was trailing behind her, his hands in his pockets.
Kronos raised an eyebrow. "What?" he demanded bluntly.
"Never thought you'd be wearing mortal clothes," Hestia said calmly, not going to be drawn in by his rude tone. He was wearing a black top and jeans which fitted him surprisingly well considering they were made for mortals.
"Chaos," Kronos said as an explanation.
Hestia laughed as she turned back around. "Of course."
"I'd much prefer a chiton," Kronos mused, picking at the fabric of his top like it was a scab. "But I've already spent a year in clothes such as these."
Hestia tensed at the blatant reference to the time he'd spent possessing Luke. "The other gods won't be as accepting as I am of your attempts to anger us. They will very quickly decide to shut you up."
"That's the point," the Titan smirked. "Perhaps the Creator would relocate me… anywhere but here."
"Even the Primordials? We've heard that many of them wish to kill you or have sex with you."
Kronos chuckled. "For the former, the feeling is mutual. And the latter provides some entertaining nights."
Hestia shook her head, deciding that he was just trying to irritate her. "The dining pavilion is there," she said, pointing to the open-roofed building. "If there's at least one thing you don't attempt to destroy, please make it be the dining pavilion. I understand if you target the temples, however the pavilion has no special importance like them. It's instead a point for those all on Olympus to meet and communicate."
"You're saying you'll step back as I destroy Artemis' temple?"
"Certainly not," Hestia said firmly. "Don't try to twist my words."
"You're the one that suggested it," Kronos said pointedly.
"No, I didn't," Hestia stated. "And I will stop you if you try anything," she said as they stopped outside Artemis' temple.
Kronos chuckled and slipped inside past her. "Good luck," he said over his shoulder.
Hestia sighed before following him into the temple, determined to keep an eye on him at all times.
But he didn't even attempt to get out of her line of sight as he studied the temple. "Artemis is rather full of herself," he mused as he looked at all the statues of her.
"It's her temple," Hestia said.
"In my temple I had one statue. Not a gazillion," Kronos retorted. "It's a waste of resources."
"We don't exactly have a lack of that."
Kronos scowled at her. "I am aware. This is not nearly as entertaining as I thought it would be," he grumbled, making his way to the exit.
Hestia followed him, making sure he didn't touch anything on the way out. It was when they were several dozen yards from the temple that Kronos abruptly spun and snapped his fingers. Immediately there was a loud rumble coming from Artemis' temple, and the entire building exploded in a ball of Greek fire.
Hestia's jaw dropped. "But I was watching you all the time!" she exclaimed. "How…?"
Kronos laughed. "Now that would be telling," he said gleefully as he trotted down the mountain to the pavilion to grab some dinner.
So I'm not sure if you've read my story Confused by Time. If you have, you'll know that I've got exams coming up, which is why this chapter took so long.
Even as I write this I've got my Tartarus-damed (yes, that 'damed' was on purpose) Physics revision out in front of me.
