LordofDeath237: this story is ausome keep up the great work / Thanks.

amazinggalaxy2003: IF Theron comes back? Please let him come back! Let him meet his babies! / Haha, maybe Theron's just gonna be stuck in the realm of the Faded?

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO and/or HOO and never will. This is completely my plot though, so that's mine. And Theron and Krivon and Calisto are mine too. Can't forget them.

Chapter 7 - Night Is Falling

Krivon rolled his shoulders as he once again settled into a ready stance, StormWraith held in both his hands as he eyed his sister. "Ready?" She called, her bow held in one hand as the other hand held five arrows, another nineteen in the quiver slung over her shoulders.

"Of course," Krivon grinned.

Calisto immediately knocked an arrow and started firing, each arrow aiming for her brother's head or crotch. Krivon's golden eyes glowed faintly as he concentrated, spinning StormWraith to deflect the arrows fired by Calisto. Only two arrows got past his defence, one burying itself in his thigh and the other in the back of his metal hand. Krivon grinned as he dug the butt of StormWraith into the ground before snapping the shaft off the arrow in his hand and drawing it out, revealing the wires that flowed with golden ichor.

"Are you alright?" Calisto called as she ran over.

Krivon grinned and showed her his hand. "Yup. Fine. It doesn't even hurt."

Calisto frowned at the hole in his hand. "You should take better care of it," she scolded him.

Krivon rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother," he quipped. Calisto punched him.

"Excellent work," Kronos boomed. "Krivon, your technique has grown tremendously over the last week."

"Thank you, my Lord," Krivon said as he struggled to keep his mouth in a straight line and not smile at the praise from the Titan King.

"And, Calisto, your accuracy has improved. However, I believe you've spent a lot of time around Artemis recently. Am I right?"

Krivon glanced down at the scratch in the inside of his right thigh where Calisto had almost hit his crotch. Calisto blushed slightly before shrugging. "I might have."

Kronos chuckled. "Either way, for only a week of practice like this that was excellent. We may make a warrior out of you yet, Krivon."

Krivon grinned and opened his mouth to speak, but Luke Castellan ran into the arena, his hand on his sword and dressed for war. "In Washington," Luke said hurriedly. "There's a force of monsters marching south."

Kronos immediately tensed. "South to here?"

Luke nodded. "Yes. They're leaving destruction in their wake. The mortals are fleeing for their lives and the media is already waiting for our arrival."

Kronos clenched his jaw. "Krivon, Calisto, you will join me. Luke, gather Atlas and Hyperion with a large enough force of half-bloods and monsters."

Luke nodded again and ran out of the arena as Krivon's jaw dropped open. "You want us to help?"

"Yes," Kronos nodded. "However you must promise me that if you find yourself being beaten you will fall back."

Krivon reluctantly nodded. "Yes, grandfather."

"Of course," Calisto added.

"Then come," Kronos said as he swept out of the arena, his battle armour forming from the ground up and a black cape spreading out from his shoulders to brush the floor. He was a magnificent sight, Krivon thought as he followed in his King's wake. Kronos had become a symbol for change and strength, though the immortals knew what happened behind closed doors, for only they had seen how broken he'd been after Theron's fade, but the mortals didn't.

Krivon followed Kronos as he flashed to the north of Washington State, Calisto appearing a split second after him. Krivon frowned slightly as he looked up, seeing the night sky above them, and all the stars were shining brightly, the brightest he'd ever seen them.

"Look," Kronos murmured, glancing back at the twins. "What do you see?"

"Olympic National Park?" Krivon blinked. "Isn't that a little ironic?"

"You'll find that beings who try to take over the world are always trying to make it amusing in the process," Kronos said with the tone that Krivon knew meant he was speaking from experience. "Now. What else do you see?"

Krivon frowned. "Uh… trees? Rocks?"

Calisto snorted. "Look over there, you idiot," she said as she pointed over to the north, where monsters were marching across the ground from Port Angeles.

"Whoa, that's a lot of monsters," Krivon breathed.

"Bet you can't control them," Calisto taunted.

Krivon glared at her. "I bet I can," he retorted, his eyes narrowing.

"Not now, kids," Kronos hissed as Hyperion, Oceanus, Krios, Ares, Hades, and Iapetus appeared by them.

"How many do you think there are?" Oceanus asked.

"Nearly one thousand," Krivon answered before any of the others could reply, and at the smirks directed his way he shrugged. "Monster Sense. Not my fault."

"You two," Kronos said directing his dark golden eyes towards the twins. "Stick together. Understood?"

Calisto nodded. "Of course, grandpa."

"Wipe them out," Kronos said. "And remember if they have diamonds in their chests, crush them first."

"Crush the diamonds," Ares nodded. "Got it. Then crush the monsters."

Kronos shook his head. "Honestly, I'm surprised you weren't mistaken as a Titan as a youngling."

"Because I don't look like a horse's arse?" Ares offered.

"Ares," Hades warned. "Enough. Do it later."

Ares reluctantly nodded, eyeing Hyperion's already flaming golden sword. "Alright. Let's crush these bastards."

Kronos moved forward, his scythe forming in his hand. "Iapetus, Hades, take one flank. Oceanus, Hyperion, take the other. Krios, Ares, with me, and you two," he said, swivelling around to face the twins. "No foolishness. Understand?"

Krivon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yes, Kronos."

Kronos turned back to face the army marching south. "None of them are to be left alive," he ordered, and the immortals split up into their allocated groups.

Krivon and Calisto stuck together as they fought, covering each other's backs the best they could. Krivon fought with StormWraith while Calisto used her two daggers, dancing around his flanks to give monsters a quick but fatal injury. Krivon stabbed a Cyclopes in the groin before moving on as the monster vaporised and hacked the head off an empousa that lunged at him.

He spun, sweeping the weapon around him and knocking the legs out from under the monsters around him, and he realised his sister was nowhere to be seen. His eyes widened, "Cali?" He shouted, his voice echoing over the fighting. "Where are you?"

A faint reply came back to him over the fighting and he bounded towards the voice, cutting through the monsters in his path. Then he saw a laestrygonian looming in his path, a black diamond embedded in its chest. He clenched his jaw and shifted his grip on the shaft of StormWraith, launching himself through the air towards the monster. The laestrygonian shifted an inch to the right and StormWraith struck its chest, harmlessly bouncing off to the side. The laestrygonian swung its fist slamming it into the side of Krivon's face. The Titanling was sent sprawling across the ground, StormWraith sent skittering away out of his reach.

The laestrygonian stood with its foot on his chest, and Krivon looked up, fear filling his whole body, so he had the prefect view of the sky above tearing itself apart above the battlefield and a star falling down to the earth.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No its... who do you think it is?

Sorry for the really small chapters. But I don't know how to make them any longer while still putting enough chapters into the story. So would you prefer lots of chapters that are small, or fewer chapters that are long?

Want a sneak peak for two/three chapters time? Read on.

Pallas' eyes were wide as he skidded to a halt beside Ouranos. "He's an idiot."

"I am aware of that," Ouranos replied calmly. "Perhaps you have news for me of his whereabouts?"

"No," Pallas said shaking his head. "But the portal was used."

Ouranos nodded slightly. "Very well. Thank you, grandson."

Pallas hesitated. "You're not going to do anything? He broke the rule."

Ouranos raised an eyebrow. "I cannot interfere," he said, a smirk forming on his lips. "And neither can you. He is on his own."

Pallas smiled slightly and nodded. "Alright," he frowned slightly and looked down at what Ouranos was looking at on the earth, and his eyes widened as he saw the burning forest beneath them and the unconscious body of his cousin lying in the flames. "That idiot," he growled out.