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Chapter 10 - Prophecy
Oceanus spent the day torturing Theron. Apparently he had decided to try to beat Hyperion on Theron's scale, which led to the younger Titan being chased around the arena with a shouting Titan running after him. Theron was inwardly cursing his father's ability at annoying anyone and everyone as he ran from his uncle. Apparently Oceanus didn't like being mocked about how he is scared of tridents, who would have guessed?
Theron heard a soft laugh and stopped momentarily to see Styx watching from the seat of honour in the stands. She looked beautiful sitting in the place usually reversed for a King or Queen, her black hair hung down over her shoulders as she laughed. He was reminded of the pissed Titan that was chasing him when he sensed something flying towards him at high speed. Theron dived to the side and a silver sword passed harmlessly by his head.
"Father, I think the Prince has had enough today. He has just gotten out of bed." Styx said taking pity on her cousin and Theron was very thankful for the interruption.
Oceanus grumbled to himself, but nodded in agreement. "Very well, but he comes to see me here tomorrow as soon as he is ready."
"If you don't kill me, I will." Theron scowled.
"If you don't act like your father I won't kill you."
"It's not my fault!" Theron raised his hands in mock surrender, "It's natural!"
"Shut up, nephew," Oceanus growled and Theron quickly nodded. The Titan of Oceans was, usually, calm. Although like Poseidon, he was a formidable force when angry. Of course, it didn't help that Oceanus had a habit of finding fierce some sea creatures and turning them into pets for his own amusement. The first few times he had appeared in the throne room on the Kraken, he had almost given the entire council a heart attack.
Theron grinned and rapidly went over to Styx, hoping his uncle wasn't going to change his mind. Styx smiled at him, "You can thank me later."
Theron rolled his eyes. "So, what's next?"
"You are going to have a shower," Styx laughed, "Because you absolutely stink."
"Do you want to join me?" Theron grinned.
"Just go have a shower, Titan." Styx sighed. Theron chuckled and saluted to her before he turned into sea water and floated into his room.
Theron was in and out of the shower in less than five minutes. He quickly dried himself off and flashed on some clothes, completely aware that someone was waiting in his room for him.
"Are you stalking me or something?" Theron asked as he flashed himself into his room to see Styx sitting on the edge of his bed.
"No. I was waiting for you," Styx glared at him as he lay on the bed.
"Why here? You could have waited for me elsewhere." Theron grinned.
"Why are you so annoying?" Styx asked.
"It's an inherited thing," Theron chuckled. "Apparently Kronos was even more annoying than me."
"I feel sorry for my father then."
"Hey!" Theron frowned. "Think about my father! He has to deal with the Titans whining all the time."
"And I have had to deal with you whining the last four weeks." Styx argued.
"Firstly, I was unconscious for two weeks of that so I couldn't complain. Secondly, the Titan council will be going mad trying to find me by now." Theron grinned. "Thirdly, what's for dinner?"
Styx sighed. "Can't you just have Ambrosia or Nectar?"
"I could, but that gets boring after a while," Theron whined. "Plus, your father has been beating me around your arena for the last few hours. I think you could make it up to me."
"Does it have to be food? Could it be something else?" Styx asked.
"Like what?" Theron asked and supported himself using his elbow.
"Well," Styx smiled, "If you want we could talk to my father about you going back to Tartarus."
"No, it's alright. I like it here."
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Styx asked curiously.
"It is a nice change from having to act like the Prince all of the time. I also came to know someone properly." Theron grinned.
"And what do you think of them?"
Theron was surprised Styx hadn't stopped the conversation and begun to feel more confident. "I think they are very beautiful."
Styx froze and Theron inwardly cursed as she evaporated into water from the Styx. "Damn it!" He sighed and lay down, deciding to skip his evening meal.
In his dreams the Fates were arguing about something until Clotho sensed Theron's presence and cleared her throat. "Whatever the outcome of this war is does not change the far future. It changes the way to get there and you will face great hardships on either path."
Atropos looked down at Theron. "I give you one piece of information, use it wisely.
The roots will stand against an assault,
The beginning will start with a Titan's fault.
When three enemies fight on the ancient plain,
The two Parthenon's and the Olympians' bane.
The King and Prince will enter into a fight,
Only one will prevail with the strength of might."
"Great," Theron muttered, "Next time could you give me a hint that isn't a prophecy?"
"Be respectful, son of Kronos," Lachesis scowled, "you could find yourself serving us for longer."
"My apologies, Fates," Theron bowed deeply even though he was very tempted to curse them to Tartarus.
"We have warned you about the future, Titan. Take careful steps." Clotho said and everything went black for Theron.
For the next few weeks Styx ignored Theron. Oceanus knew something was happening between them, but didn't know what until the younger Titan approached him and asked for advice. The Ocean Titan's reply was, "Stay away from my daughter!" He then proceeded to blast Theron up to the roof of the dome surrounding the arena. Once the Prince had landed Oceanus chuckled and said, "Though I'm glad it's you and not Prometheus."
"Why Prometheus?" Theron asked curiously.
"I have known that the weasel has had his eye on her for a while." Oceanus frowned as he crouched down to look Theron in the eye. "I will not help you with your problem, figure it out yourself."
"But I have never had any experience with girls!" Theron exclaimed as he set a note to himself: Kill Prometheus.
"That's your problem, not mine." Oceanus laughed.
Theron sighed and resigned himself to having to find out how to talk to her himself. Eventually two months passed since Styx had begun ignoring Theron. In that time, the younger Titan had pushed himself into mastering StormWraith in its hybrid form. He was quickly able to control his Titan Instincts and activate them in every battle.
"When you can beat me," Oceanus said, "then, and only then, we can do what I wanted."
Theron nodded and readied his weapon as Oceanus summoned his sword. "Let us see if today you will finally beat me," Oceanus said. Theron carefully circled around and Oceanus started circling too. Theron circled for five minutes until he became tired with the constant movement. He charged at the older Titan, Oceanus chuckled and ducked under the stab, twisting around and hacking at Theron's back as he passed by. Theron blocked the attack with the shaft of StormWraith and turned to face his uncle, the two were locked in a battle of strength. Oceanus was about a foot taller than Theron so had the advantage of height and easily pushed back his nephew. Theron had two hands on StormWraith with one supporting the shaft the where Oceanus was pushing with his sword, he didn't want the weapon to snap. Oceanus put his other hand on the hilt of his sword and Theron was forced backwards, his feet making deep trenches in the earth as he skidded. Then Oceanus' eyes flickered to look over Theron's shoulder and the younger Titan understood what he was doing. Dozens of spikes made of ice were aimed at Theron's back. Theron acted quickly, twisting around and whacking Oceanus around the head with the spike of his weapon. The elder Titan was sent reeling away and Theron raised his hand, a wall of fire spread out from his palm and melted the spikes. A screen of mist obscured Oceanus' vision and Theron took the mist in stride, disappearing into it. Gradually the mist spread to cover the whole arena and Oceanus stood ready for anything. Theron was controlling the mist using his powers over water and air. He made it denser and thicker so it would be harder for Oceanus. He knew Oceanus would be able to sense anything around because of the water particles, but so would Theron. Oceanus started forward. He was able to sense Theron in the mist and quickly narrowed in on the younger Titan. What he saw made him stop in his tracks. Theron was in the middle of his own hurricane, made completely using the air and twisting it around. The mist in the air was swirling around him. Streams of Greek Fire flickered in the hurricane. As the hurricane swirled so did the mist and it began to mess up Oceanus' senses. With all of the water particles curling around him, he began to lose his sense of direction and couldn't tell exactly where his nephew was, though Oceanus could see him clearly. Theron's golden armour lit up like a flare in a dark, cloudy night.
"Stop the party tricks, nephew!" Oceanus bellowed over the roar of the wind as he struggled to get closer. "Fight like a Titan!"
The only warning Oceanus had was the hurricane slowed down a minuscule amount. Then the small storm imploded. Greek Fire raced through the air and mist covered everything in a blanket. Oceanus planted his back foot and raised his hands in front of him. The wave of mist approached him and when it was about the reach him, Oceanus jerked his hands to the side. The mist followed the movement, splitting in half in front of the Titan of Oceans like water towards a rock. It then built up behind him, slowly changing into water and waiting to crush any being beneath it. Oceanus ducked under the Greek Fire and thrust his hands towards Theron. The wall of water cascaded past Oceanus and towards Theron. The son of Kronos stamped his foot and earth rose around him, forming a protective shell.
After a few minutes of Theron holding up the shell around him and Oceanus controlling the water to try and break past the earth, Oceanus let the water go. Theron hesitantly lowered his shell and had to promptly duck then roll to the side as his uncle attacked. StormWraith parried Oceanus' next attack into the ground and Theron lunged forward, trying to punch the older Titan. Oceanus grabbed his fist and twisted it around. Theron winced and kicked out, hitting Oceanus in the chest. He took a short breather as he activated his Titan Instincts. Oceanus noted the slightly red eyes of his nephew and quickly activated his Instincts. The two Titans fought for two hours until Theron began to make opportunities for himself. He made the ground rocky and Oceanus nearly tripped over a rock that grew up beneath his feet. Theron made Oceanus' sword catch fire and the Titan dropped it in surprise. Theron waited for Oceanus to summon his weapon to hand until attacking as he wanted to beat him fairly. Theron darted towards Oceanus' aiming to stab his chest. The older Titan easily parried away the trident point, not getting his sword lodged between the three points. Theron twisted the end and whacked his uncle's sword hand, breaking his wrist. Oceanus cursed and dropped his sword. Theron quickly kicked it away and planted himself between the Titan and his weapon. He attacked cautiously – even though Oceanus had dropped his weapon, he was still a formidable opponent. Theron swung StormWraith at Oceanus' legs and the oldest Titan jumped over the three points. Then Theron was distracted, he heard a howl that came from Tartarus. Oceanus didn't seem to have heard it and noticed Theron was distracted. Theron felt a painful punch to his abdomen and was sent flying back as he tried to find out why he heard the howl. He soon realised it was one of the DireWolves currently searching Tartarus for the remaining Titans.
"Stop day-dreaming, nephew," Oceanus called. Theron grinned and charged at the unarmed Titan. Oceanus raised an eyebrow and parried away the weapon with one of his arms. He tried to punch Theron with his other hand, but the smaller Titan twisted out of the way and slid one of his legs along the floor trying to trip him up. Oceanus jumped up and Theron swung StormWraith around to hit his uncle in the side. Oceanus went flying across the arena and Theron followed quickly. As soon as Oceanus was standing Theron launched blow after blow, barely giving the older Titan enough time to defend himself. Eventually, Theron managed to swing StormWraith over his head and punched Oceanus at the same time. Oceanus successfully parried the two attacks, but missed the next one. Theron swung his foot and hooked it around Oceanus', the older Titan went sprawling and a trident was quickly resting above his chest.
"I yield," Oceanus conceded as he warily eyed the trident point. Theron grinned and poked his uncle with the three points for good measure before withdrawing and offering his hand out. Oceanus chuckled and grabbed Theron's hand.
"I can heal your wrist," Theron said as he placed StormWraith across his back.
"Its fine," Oceanus said as he retrieved his sword, "it will heal in water."
"So," Theron grinned, "What did you need my help for?"
Oceanus looked slightly sheepish and ran his hand through his black hair. "I may have lost one of my pets again."
Theron frowned, "For the last few months?"
"For an annoyingly big sea creature, he can disappear quite quickly."
"Which one is it - a sea serpent or a Leviathan?"
"The Kraken."
"How can you lose the Kraken?" Theron yelled in astonishment.
"It's quite easy, really. I've tracked him down to a certain place and need your help to get him under control." Oceanus chuckled. "I'm half inclined to leave him where he is. It's amusing, though the body count is starting to get too high."
"Where is he?" Theron asked resigning himself to having to tame the Kraken – again.
"At a certain camp for Greek demigods," Oceanus grinned, "it's fun watching them panic when another body washes up on the shore of the beach."
"I received a message from the DireWolves in our fight," Theron grinned and Oceanus raised an eyebrow. "They have found Kronos."
Next chapter: The Kraken
And the Fates have given their prophecy, what does it mean?
