A/N: Ok, I know the last chapter was short, but, it was all I could come up with on short notice.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't, but at least I updated!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The Destroyer of Olympus

Previously

Percy then opened the door and lazily walked in, only to come to a standstill not even three steps into the room.

"Ah, crap," Percy muttered.

Now

"And, who might you be?" an ancient voice rasped to Percy's left. Percy would have turned to look at the owner of the voice, but he was frozen, so he couldn't really do that. Harry groaned something inaudibly, making the figure chuckle. "Ha-ha, I'm sorry. What was that you said?" As he finished his question, the invisible bonds holding Percy disappeared and he could once again move around freely.

"I said I'm Percy Jackson," Percy grumbled as he turned to face the figure.

"Ah, yes. Perseus Jackson," the figure paused, "I had a feeling you would be visiting me. I am Chronos, Primordial God of Time. I'm also known as Father Time to many, but you may call me Chronos." Percy finally began to take in the sight before him and was shocked by the man's appearance. He had been expecting an old man with a long white beard and a golden staff with an hourglass at the top. Instead of what he expected, though, the man was far from old. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. He had golden blonde hair, a long blonde beard, and eyes made of pure gold, which, if Percy was honest with himself, he had expected. The figure known as Chronos smirked as Percy took in his appearance. "Ah, so you were expecting somebody who looked old, no?" He grinned at Percy's sheepish look, "Yes, well, being an immortal being does have its advantages. Now," he stopped for dramatic effect, "what can I do for you, Perseus?"

Percy took a deep breath, knowing that if he so wished, Chronos could obliterate him out of existence, "Lords Tartarus and Erebus, along with Ladies Gaia and Nyx, and, finally, myself, would like to know if you will join us in our conquest against Olympus."

Once Percy finished his request, he could see Chronos was pondering it over. Just as he was beginning to lose hope for an answer, Father Time spoke once again, "Yes, I will join you. But," he added, stopping Percy's urge to celebrate in its tracks, "you will need to spend three years with me in my realm. During that time, I will teach you how to control your powers over time given to you via my blessing. Before you say, 'But in three years the war will almost be over!' keep in mind that I am the Primordial God of Time, so, a year in my realm, could be, if I so wished it, equivalent to exactly one day to the mortal world." He paused again, thinking about something else, "The condition that you train with me for three years is non-negotiable, so take it or leave it."

Percy thought about his options; A) He could do as he was ordered and recruit the Primordial God of Time, get powers he always wanted, and learn how to use said powers; B) He could completely ignore his orders and lose a promising ally in the war; and, C) He could just not care. Option C was immediately out, as was option B, which only left Option A. Percy broke out of his musings and nodded at the Primordial, "Deal."

Chronos grinned, "Great! Now, hold tight, this might feel a little funny." He grabbed Percy's arm before turning both of them into sand, which, Percy had to admit, felt very weird, and they left along with a sudden breeze that came out of nowhere.

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Once he got over the strange feeling, he couldn't help but be amazed by Chronos' realm. There was sand everywhere, sure that wasn't that interesting, but the ginormous hourglass standing in front of them sure as hell was. The borders of the hourglass were covered in opals, diamonds, onyxes, sapphires, and many other precious gems. Percy finally tore his eyes off of the hourglass' appearance, and looked inside it. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Instead of sand on the inside of the hourglass, there were golden nuggets. While Percy may suck at math, he was pretty sure that there were over 10,000 nuggets in it.

"Ah," Chronos said, "I see you have found the Hourglass of Eternity. A funny name, really, considering the fact that it has to be flipped every day," he finished with a frown. "Anyways," he continued, "there are exactly 86,400 golden nuggets in there. One for each second of the day."

Wow, Percy thought, my math must be getting better!

"Alright, let's get a move on. We only have 1,095 days to get you trained. And while 1,095 may seem like a lot, remember, time moves faster here. This, of course, means that I only have 3 Earth days to train you," Chronos concluded.

"Oh, one more thing," he chuckled.

"What?" Percy asked.

"Did I mention that we'll be training nonstop?"

"Say what," Percy stammered.

"You heard me correctly," Chronos continued. "That means that you will not get to sleep your regular 16 hours a day. In fact, it means that you can't sleep at all! Not that you'll need it while you're here."

"Nooooooo!" Percy cried.

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94,608,000 seconds (three years (three Earth days)) later…

"FINALLY!" Percy exclaimed.

"Oh, calm down. It wasn't that bad," Chronos said cheerfully.

"Was too," he ran ahead of the Primordial of Time before the ancient being could retort.

Percy and Chronos, who, by now, was a good twenty feet away from Percy, continued to navigate the halls of Tartarus' citadel, heading for the throne room.

As they finally reached the doors, Percy slammed them open, sighing in relief at finally being home… or the place he considered his home, and bowed to the four Primordials watching from their thrones. "My Lords and Ladies," he muttered respectfully. It was only after he got up that he noticed the grave looks the ancient beings held.

"Perseus," Tartarus began, "we bad news. Very bad news."

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The day before, Mt. Olympus…

"Athena!" Zeus barked, "Have all the minor gods answered our call?"

Athena frowned, "No, father. For some reason, they feel honor-bound to side with Perseus."

"What!?" Zeus thundered (No pun, just the best… describing (?) word that I could think of). "Fine! Artemis! Tell me, have any of the Titans decided to aid us?"

"Only one, father," Artemis grumbled back, irritated at her father's demanding ways.

"Well," the Lord of the Sky prompted.

"The only one who is willing to help us is Atlas…" she mumbled.

Zeus took a deep breath, "Fine. Tell him that as soon as he swears on the Styx to aid and not betray us, we will find another to take up the sky. Hermes, what of Iape―"

Zeus was interrupted by an inferno of light erupting in the middle of the throne room. Within seconds all of the assembled gods, campers, immortals, nymphs, and Chiron had their weapons drawn, ready to defend themselves. "WHO DARES ENTER THIS CHAMBER!?" the God of Drama fumed.

"We come in peace," a woman's soothing voice spoke.

"Yes. We come to aid you in your war against our brethren," a man dressed in pure white robes announced. "I am Aether, Primordial God of the Upper Atmosphere. This is Hemera, Primordial Goddess of the Day," he pointed at the first woman who spoke. She was wearing brilliant light blue and yellow robes on them. "This is Hydros, Primordial God of the Water," he motioned to a tall man next to him who was wearing only a Speedo. Upon seeing the looks on his listeners' faces, Aether turned to look at his uncle, thus seeing a sight he never wished to see. "Gah! Hydros! What did I tell you about wearing that! Put on some clothes, man!" he complained, resulting in a pouting Hydros. Eventually, the Primordial conceded defeat and flashed on a sea blue suit. Aether, happy that he could continue, gestured to the man on his left, who wore a dark blue suit, "This is Pontus, Primordial God of the Sea. And finally, this is Ananke, Primordial Goddess of Inevitability," he pointed at the tall woman wearing purple robes.

Once the two sides exchanged greetings, Zeus spoke, quite loudly, one might add, "It is my honor to welcome you and your ilk to Olympus! W―"

Picking up so her father didn't say something stupid, Athena jumped in, "We would be immensely grateful to accept your help. Having your aid will ensure a swift victory over our enemies."

Hemera smiled brightly, "While we're happy you have chosen to accept our aid, we must warn you that this does not ensure victory. Our enemies have another Primordial already committed to their side, and they have another not far behind. This is going to be a very difficult war, even with our help."

Apollo and Hermes began to panic, "What?! Two more?! Who?!" they ended, shouting in unison.

Pontus sighed, "Our brother, Chronos, Pri―" Gasps rang throughout the room, making him frown, before he continued, "As I was saying, our brother, Chronos, Primordial God of Time, has already pledged his loyalty to them. Not far behind him is our other brother, Ourea, Primordial God of Mountains." Once he finished, the room erupted into chaos.

"We're doomed!" someone shouted.

"Ah! Somebody save us," another exclaimed.

"SILENCE!" Zeus boomed, causing all panicking to come to a halt. "If you don't shut up and let us plan, then we might as well just kill each other and save our enemies the hassle."

"He is correct," Aether said sagely. "We need a plan. And we need it soon…"

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Day of Percy's return, Tartarus' citadel…

"So," Percy began, "what you're saying, is that we now have five Primordial Gods and Goddesses that we have to go against?"

"That is correct," Tartarus grumbled darkly.

"Just making sure," Percy croak, before fainting on the spot.