Hello once again.

Just to clear up a few things.

I believe many people might believe that Kronos sending Percy into the past is unviable and beyond his powers. Yes, it is. However, there is a reason he was able to do it still. It is a part of the plot and the reason will be revealed in the future.

Secondly, if Kronos could send him into the past, why not send himself into the past and change the timeline and be the king. The reason will be revealed in the next chapter (hopefully).

Thirdly,… there is no thirdly. I just wanted to say it cause it sounded cool.

Onwards with the story. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

If I thought the food in lamia was bad then this made that look like nectar in contrast. Bread that was nearly rock solid along with water or wine, and no cutlery. They really need to upgrade their inventory. But then I should've never expected anything better. Sailing was a hard job in ancient times and they couldn't preserve the food for long periods without any loss to taste. After struggling a bit with tearing my loaf in two, I shoved it into my mouth and swallowed quickly. No point souring my taste buds over this. Finishing my lunch I walked towards the quarterdeck. The clouds were scattered in the sky but were slowly gathering it looked like a few rough days were ahead. Acknowledging the nod of the navigator I went to the far end of the deck and leaned on the railing eyeing the sea inconspicuously. A few people were roving around talking about mundane matters.

After a few moments, the three demigods walked in and huddled together some distance away from me. I was close enough to be in earshot so I stayed my place. One of the guys looked a little tipsy, obviously, he had a little more than he could take. That was another thing here, people just loved to drink. Be it in the morning or with dinner, the wine was everywhere and people almost always got drunk. Now that lunch was nearly over, I was pretty sure half the people would be sprawled out on the deck in hilarious positions. It was no wonder Dionysus was so popular.

As soon as the demigods had come the others had given them wide berths and some were now trickling away slowly. I twirled to my side so that I would be able to see them but they wouldn't get a clear view of my face and listened. The girl was apparently concerned by the lack of monsters, "It's been three days since we set out and we haven't encountered a single monster. I'm worried." She spoke in an anxious tone.

"That's a good thing then isn't it? I am all for fighting but if fate has been kind to us why tempt it." The one who wasn't inebriated replied while putting a hand on the other's shoulder to steady him. I stared at him incredulously and wondered if my guess regarding him being a son of Ares was wrong but still I wholeheartedly agreed with him. I too hadn't encountered many monsters since I dropped here. There were the occasional dracaenas and other but I kept my head low instead of seeking a confrontation and they gave me no trouble.

"While I am thankful that we haven't run into monsters, don't you think it's a little unusual that we haven't even seen one yet?" She said while making a disapproving gesture to their drunken companion. "For Zeus's sake Kastor, why do you drink so much if you can't handle it?"

Kastor shrugged while his brother looked thoughtful, "Klymeine, do you think it has something to do with the displaced hero?"

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "I don't know. All the prophecies that I have heard in my time at camp, this prophecy is definitely the vaguest and confusing. It makes no sense at all."

"All prophecies are vague and confusing." Kastor butted in a slurred voice.

"I agree but I get a feeling that we're on a wild goose chase here." His brother said.

Displaced hero? Fanciful name, that's for sure. But what or who could it be? I mused.

My mind rambled a bit and then came to a dreadful conclusion. Considering my luck it was the obvious answer, that didn't mean I had to like it though. A pit started forming in my stomach. I had a dreadful feeling that the prophecy was related to me and I was the displaced hero they were looking for. After all, it was true, I had been displaced. Displaced from time. Smiling amusingly I figured that they must have not even considered the possibility. It was pretty crazy.

"The Oracle told us he'll be where the Titans gather. We have no idea if the Titans are outside Tartarus and even if they were I doubt that we'd get an address anytime soon." Klymeine said.

The trio fell into silence. Each of them gathering their own thoughts except Kastor who was holding the railing and trying to stand on his own feet. The silence was ominous and soon time slipped by. Finally thinking that their discussion was at an end I was about to walk away when Kastor's brother spoke, "I had a dream."

The warning bells started ringing in my head and the pit in my stomach grew. This was certainly not good. Demigod dreams were always troublesome. Questions started whirling in my head, did he saw me in his dreams? Does he know who I am? Should I jump overboard now when I had the chance? While I had no doubt in my abilities, I did not wish to face them and alert people in the godly world of my presence. My arrival had already been announced by the prophecy, no need to give them anything more.

"What about Myron?" Klymeine asked. Sweat was dripping off my brow. I was in a panic.

Relax Percy, if he knew who you were, he would've found you earlier. After all, we've been in the same ship for nearly two days and it wasn't if you were trying to hide from him.

Somehow my mental assurance to myself diminished my worry a bit but I still kept repeating it in my head, hoping it was the case.

Myron closed his eyes, "I don't know exactly. It was a battle. It was all blurry and too fast to keep track of. There were two people, I wasn't able to see their faces, but they were locked in a furious fight."

"And you think one of them was this displaced hero?" She prodded.

"That's my guess too." Myron replied, his gaze was unfocused and anxious.

"What is it? You look worried." Klymeine furrowed her brow.

"That's because I am. You didn't see their battle Klymeine. It was beautiful. Beautiful in a way fire is, something to be admired from far. They were moving so fast and attacking so furiously that the earth shook under their blows. It was as if nature itself was fighting and the ground was being torn apart." Myron shuddered. "I do not wish to face either of those two people and yet there is a possibility that the person we are looking for is one of them."

Klymeine stared at him disbelievingly, "You, Myron son of Ares want to run away from a fight? What happened to you? I thought I was the pacifist here."

"Trust me Klymeine, if you had seen them you wouldn't want to fight them too." He replied in a grave voice. "I hope if we do come across him, we get to talk first instead of fighting him."

She chuckled, "The world must be coming to an end if you are backing out of a fight and preaching negotiations."

"I hope not." He replied and grabbed Kastor by his arm, "Come on brother of mine, let's make you sober."

I watched out of the corner of my eyes as the trio walked away. Kastor still mumbling and being led by his brother while Klymeine had a worried expression on her face. I stood stiffly where I was, not moving even a little. Pondering over their talk, one thing was clear. I got more than I bargained for today. There was most likely another prophecy about me, a demigod party was out searching for me and one of them might even discover my identity if his dreams continued.

Why did I even decide to come here?

I sighed, certain changes were in order. I was now going to stay as far away from the demigods as humanly possible on a ship. I had gotten enough surprises in the last fortnight to last a lifetime now. And it seems that if I keep sticking around the demigods, the pressure building up in my mind would only go on increasing. Frankly, I could do without it.

Huffing out a breath and straitening up from the railing I was leaning on I treaded back. There was nothing to do now except sleep the pressure off.

The crumple of rocks beneath my feet was the only sound to echo in the area as I looked upon Mount Othrys. Half destroyed, the other half in ruin and nothing but a vast wasteland of rocks and stones between us. I had finally found it. The mist was pulsing in the air and even as I focused, the images of the former stronghold flickered between that of a normal hillside and its reality. It was no wonder it was so difficult to find and that no human had been able to stumble upon it even by a mistake. The mist was almost palpable. This was ironic really because the mist itself was what gave away its location. After going round in circles with no lead for nearly a month, I had to smack myself for my stupidity. Mount Othrys was obviously very strongly cloaked by the mist and the only way to find it was to go where the mist was strongest. It was a simple solution but the one that escaped me for quite some time.

And now that I was finally here my body decided to stop functioning. I couldn't really blame myself for that, the place was creepy. Even more, than it would be in the future. There was a different sense of foreboding than in future which for some reason felt much more dangerous and ruthless. Even now as my foot left the ground to walk, my mind and body screamed at me to turn back at once. It was nothing like in the future. Not a single sound emanated from the building in ruin or its surrounding. It was like the whole place was dead but still alive and was watching my every move, poised to strike the moment my defense faltered.

The garden of Hesperides was not here, neither was Atlas. I could have taken comfort knowing that there was another person alive here. Heck at this moment, I would've been glad for Atlas's company and his incessant screaming about the injustice meted out to him. Anything but the ominous silence. But that was a wish that would not be fulfilled today or anytime soon it would seem. Still, I was not about to stop now. Not after trying to find it for nearly a month.

The time after I learned of the demigods' quest, I spent keeping my head low and trying not to attract attention to myself which for the first time since I learned I was a demigod actually seemed to work. After that day I kept my distance from them and did not bother to listen to one of their conversations. Fortuitously the son of Ares did not seek me out which meant that he had no new dreams. I always had an eye out on him though, in case he did find out who I was and tried to bring me in. Luckily my fears were unfounded and he didn't even bash an eyelash at me. When we finally reached Pervaz I was one of the first outside the ship.

The days after were not much better. I took some lodgings and stayed around the city gathering information about anything that could be classified as unnatural for the first few days. I didn't have much success with that. The people were simple and just wanted to go on with their lives. They didn't take my investigative effort kindly and kept shooting me disdainful glares. I couldn't blame them, I did look like the trouble attracting type. After a few days, I stopped and went out on my own in the surrounding areas only returning at nightfall to eat and sleep. There was nothing of significance to be found. Each day I increased the distance I traveled and each day I had to return frustrated and in defeat. At times I scouted the area for several days in one go, taking my supplies with me. But it was no use and every time I had to return in disappointment. After not getting anything in Pervaz I moved on inland to various other cities but got the same results.

The only thing I was able to ascertain in my investigation was the glaring fact that the gods were pretty much fooling the whole world by making them think that Mount Othrys was on the other side of Greece near Lamia. I had obviously checked there as soon as the crazy idea had popped into my mind but it was just a common mountain. There was no sign of the Titan palace. I was regretting not asking Chiron the real location of Mount Othrys in ancient Greece. Obviously, it wouldn't be where it was supposedly marked in the map. The gods didn't do simple.

It was during one of those uninspiring days in Arta when I had to return in disappointment once again that inspiration finally hit me. I was loafing around the city in depression trying to make a list of what I knew of Othrys and hoping to get some hints from the experience of my only visit to the place. As usual, nothing came to my mind that could be of potential help. Turning my anger to that damned mist that was working so well, I was about to kick the wall in frustration when it dawned on me that I had the answer to my problem all along. The mist. All I had to do was track the place where the mist was strongest and I would reach at least somewhere that'll be related to the godly world. Of course, I was no son of Hecate and my abilities with the mist had always been dismal at best. I could barely fool a mortal with the mist and sensing it from a large distance was a big thing. I was regretting not taking up Thalia on her offer of teaching me.

But there wasn't much choice for me here, so I set to it and tried to control it with what little I knew. It wasn't easy since I had no idea of what to do in the first place but my control improved slowly and steadily. Luckily for me, the real Mount Othrys was not that far away from Arta and I was able to get a lock on its location soon enough. My abilities with the mist weren't still that great but now they were something at least. All in all, I was quite proud of myself.

That proudness, however, was long gone and was replaced with a feeling of anxiety and nervousness as I stood in front of the barely standing palace. It was similar to how it was in the future but looked like it was in worse condition. They obviously haven't had a renovation in quite some time. Its debilitated structure added to its gloom. The large obsidian doors were imposing and menacing even though they were crumbling and cracked. Standing in front of them I raised my hands and pushed. The gate creaked loudly as it swung open and came to a stop. I was half afraid that they would fall down any moment as they moved.

It was completely dark, the only light that was coming was from the newly opened gates as rays of sunlight illuminated the hall. The inside was not much better than the outside, the hall was in the worst kind of condition possible. There was a long table that was broken in two in the middle of a long hall. A little up ahead at the end of the hall was a large throne with other smaller thrones lined up beside it in two rows. All of them broken or crumbling. Everything in the hall was gathering dust that must've piled up to centimeters. There were two passages behind the main throne at the end of the hall and two passages at the side end of the hall. They were all filled with darkness.

I brought up a piece of cloth and covered my mouth and nose to prevent inhaling dust and strode the hall slowly. I had no idea if there were any monsters sleeping around or some nasty surprise waiting for me, so for once in my life, I decided to proceed with caution instead of jumping into the situation. I walked around the central table and slid a finger on it. My finger came up coated with dust. As soon as I reached the thrones, the entire hall suddenly burst with light. I swirled around in an instant, riptide in my hand and got into a stance ready to fight off any monsters. There was nothing but the lamps on the wall burning with green fire. Greek fire.

How the heck did they light on?

The already haunted look was enhanced by the dark green light that filled the palace. Slowly capping riptide I did an assessment of my surroundings. Not finding anything I contemplated my next move. Not coming up with anything, I shrugged my shoulders and moved on to the passage on the right side of the hall which was predictably filled with a bright green light.

The Titans have no sense of home décor at all. I snorted at my mental musings. The sound echoing the hall.

The dust on the ground made grinding noise as I walked the floor which had not been traversed for millenniums. The room was a laboratory of some sorts. There was a table on which vials and containers were scattered, some broken and some not, while some of them were even filled with liquids of different colors. I looked at the room in amazement and a little bit of incredulity. Who knew the Titans liked to discover new things? From what I knew of them through my personal experience they weren't the most patient of beings and I just couldn't imagine one of them wearing lab coats and playing with liquids. They looked like they were more into fighting than anything. Yet I could see that the apparatus was here. And the room was cleaner too, it wasn't completely filled with dust, and there was a slight semblance that this room was frequently used although not properly cared for.

I stood there for a moment taking in the scene as I snapped to the conclusion that someone was definitely living here. Even though the room looked like it hadn't been used in quite some time, it still looked like it had a frequent visitor. I uncapped Riptide and activated my shield as I walked to the stairway leading downstairs. Moving carefully as I kept my back to the wall, I put my ear on the door at the bottom of the stairway to check for any sounds. After not getting anything, I pushed the door open. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. Thousands of scrolls and bundle of pages shaped in the form of books were kept in rows of bookshelves that descended as far as my eyes could see. This whole place was huge, the number of records was definitely more than what I had expected and certainly impressive.

Makes me wonder how much they had in Olympus?

A grin formed on my lips as I thought about its implications. There was bound to be something here that was related to time travel. However, looking over the bookshelves lined up in the room my grin slowly faded away.

It would take me a century to go over all the stuff in this room, there is no way I'll find anything useful to me when even I don't know what exactly is it I am looking for.

I closed the door behind me and took off the cloth from my face. The whole room was clean and in pristine condition. There was no dust gathering on the archives and the scrolls and books themselves looked in decent condition. The whole room was lit by lamps on the walls that were thankfully not glowing green but normal orange and red giving the place a calming and comforting look unlike the rest of the palace. Someone was definitely living here and whoever it was couldn't be sane. Why would anyone live in a decaying place even if this one room was well maintained?

I strolled forward towards one of the scrolls, riptide swinging in my arm ready to go into action at a moment's notice. I brought up my free hand and touched and brought out one of the scrolls, the paper was coarse but not delicate. Time hasn't yet made them so frail that they were unusable, which was obviously impossible if they were thousands of years old. Most of the objects in the godly world were imbued with a little bit of divine energy that preserved them and made them usable beyond their years and capabilities. The flip side was that in cases of objects other than weapons that were made of celestial bronze or stygian iron, it had to stay near someone of divine nature. And these scrolls were certainly being sustained through the same magic. It could be possible simply due to the fact that they were in the former stronghold of Titans which did hold quite a lot of divine energy, but with the rest of the palace decaying it made sense that they should too. And yet they were here, absolutely fine. Which could mean only one other thing. Someone was still here and had been staying here for a long time.

As I was putting the scroll back into its place, there was an abrupt noise that sounded like a yelp behind me. It sounded feminine. Before I could process my next move, there was a quick shuffling of feet coming in my direction. Dropping the scroll, I scrambled into a stance, darting my eyes left and right trying to ascertain from which direction the sound was coming from. Unfortunately for me, it was echoing off the wall that made it appear as though it was coming from everywhere at once. I tensed as the noise got louder and then came to a halt.

It was quiet for a moment before a serene voice spoke, "The scroll is not supposed to be on the floor."

I turned around to my right in an instant bring up riptide diagonally in front of my body. It was a middle-aged woman nearly reaching six feet in height and she was beautiful. Too beautiful to be a mortal. She was wearing a simple white and golden Peplos and a Storphion. Her brown hair just reached her waist and she had a round symmetrical face that was accentuated by her small nose and obsidian black eyes that seem to glow with power. Standing there and staring at her, I felt the same as I had countless other times I was in the presence of deities. Lacking and self-conscious.

Trying to wash away my lack of tact, I blinked my eyes several times and focused my mind by tightening my grip on Riptide. She was not impressed with my silence and folded her arms, "Well are you going to say something or just stand there and glare at me?"

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked in what I hoped was a strong and demanding voice.

She merely raised an eyebrow, "Well that is a very rude way to talk to the person in whose home you've barged into without permission."

I hardened my eyes, "So you are a Titan."

She smiled, "Why, yes I am. I am Mnemosyne the Titaness of memory and remembrance."

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PS: I don't have a beta. Excuse any grammatical mistake I've made, I'll keep correcting them as I post new chapters. Expect another chapter in a week, with a bit of luck.

SB