S/A/N: (Short Authors note. I hope.) Alright, now things get doubly interesting. And I'll introduce a few more gods and Titans. Yay! Enjoy!

The Sigil of Fate

Anak tossed and turned in his sleep. He was dreaming, but he couldn't tell, the dream was so vivid.

Three young men stood around the body of a fourth, each holding a piece of something. One held a strange blade without a handle, another held a long staff. The last held a long golden rod. One of the youths looked happy, another looked reverent, and the last looked angry, and afriad. They held the three objects closer, and then a bright flash cut off the vision.

When the afterimage faded, they were holding aloft a complete Scythe. It was inlaid with a long bar of gold, which wrapped around the handle and then atop the blade. It was beautiful in a very very scary way. The three youths then laid the scythe on the last boy's chest. At first, nothing happened, then, he gasped, and sat up.

The boy was more handsome than a supermodel in his prime. He had long black hair, with gold streaks running through it. His skin was well tanned, and his eyes . . . .

The boy opened his glowing gold eyes, and smiled. It looked inhuman, that smile. It was filled with centuries of hate, anger, and pain. But now he looked deranged, and insanely happy. He laughed, his voice sounding like three grown men laughing at once.

Anak shot bold upright. He tried to slow his breathing, but failed, and had to wait for it to even out. He looked around, relieved to see that he was in Poseidon's palace once again. Because that dream. . . the third youth, the one who'd been afriad. . . . Unless Anak had a twin brother, that had been him.

Anak got out of bed. It had to be nearly three in the morning. But Poseidon had said to come to him immediatly if he had any kind of strange dreams. He pushed out of his chambers, and walked through the undersea palace. He passed a few others, most of them benign aquatic animals. He stopped outside the throne room, and was about to enter when he heard a voice say,

"And yet you treat him like one!"

Anak didn't know the voice. Then Poseidon said,"Triton, you allow your own hurt to overcome your sense. The boy is not my son, nor will he ever be. His father is a Titan, and you would do well to remember that. You are my son, Triton. And you are immortal. Anaklusmos is not. He will die, someday. You will not. Do not complain when you have the better lot."

Anak knocked on the door. He didn't want to hear any more, but he did have to tell Poseidon about the dream. The voices stopped, and Poseidon called,"Enter, Anak."

Anak pushed open the huge door. Poseidon was seated on his throne, and the one who had to be Triton stood or rather, floated, beside him. Anak bowed, and said,"Lord Poseidon, I had a strange dream. I think it had something to do with the prophecy."

Poseidon looked shocked."You . . . know of the prophecy? How?"

Anak held out the letter. Poseidon waved a hand, and the letter flew into it. Poseidon read it, and then sat back in amazement. Triton snatched the letter, and after reading it, he looked the same. Poseidon turned to him, and they had a very intense discussion in ancient Greek. Anak didn't catch any of it. Then Poseidon turned to Anak."We're leaving for Olympus, now."

Three hours later, they were standing on a large balcony, one that looked out over the mortal world. Anak stared out, and saw impossible things. At first, it looked like they were simply floating over what used to be Los Angelas. It was a smoking ruin now. Then Anak blinked, and they were now floating over New York. Another blink and they were over London.

Anak was about to speak, but Poseidon grabbed his arm and towed him up an impressive flight of stairs and through the city of the gods. Everywhere Anak looked was either gold or white marble. They passed mansions, parks, and a few shops. Then they came to a huge palace that was stark contrast with Olympus. It was made of black marble, and obsidian. The doors were carved with things both wonderful and terrible. Birth, the rise of empires, but also death, and the destructive fall of those empires.

Poseidon opened the doors, and they entered.

Before them was an amazing hall. At one end was a raised platform, with twelve steps leading up to it. Three thrones made of black marble etched with the same scenes as the doors stood there. And seated in these thrones were three women.

All three were breathtakingly beautiful. At first. But then they started to change. Thier luscous hair withered, thier eyes dimmed, and thier faces wrinkled. Then it reversed itself. They stayed young this time, but it had been unsettling. Poseidon bowed, which cause Anak to bow more deeply. Even the gods bowed to these three women? Who could they be?

Then Poseidon spoke."You told him?"

The woman in the middle nodded. But she didn't speak. Poseidon nodded as well, and said," He is confused. Could you explain?"

The three women smiled. They spoke in unison, which was creepy, and reminded Anak of his dream."Welcome, Mortal. We are the Sisters of Fate. Firstborn, all knowing. It was we who foretold thy prophecy. But thy fate is also in our hands. "

Now they spoke one by one. The woman on the right spoke first."I am Clotho, Goddess of the Beginning."

The middle woman."I am Lachesis. Goddess of the Existance."

The last woman."I am Atropos, Goddess of the End."

Clotho spoke again."I weave the threads of mortal life."

Lachesis,"I measure them."

Atropos."I cut them when it is time for the mortal to die."

Anak went wide eyed."So . . . you're all older than the gods?"

Lachesis smiled."Yes, child. We are the Sisters of Chaos, from which Gaea, the earth, was born. We are oldest of the goddesses. We were set over our Brother's domian. He is Chaos, we are order. He was destructive, and we have helped to build."

Atropos smiled in a creepy way."And we also help to destroy. Nothing can last forever. Nothing but Chaos."

Poseidon cleared his throat."You're overwhelming him. I think you should just tell him his part, then we can go."

Clotho laughed, and Atropos laughed with her. Lachesis smiled."We must prove to the child that Fate is unavoidable. All try to outlast thier Fate, but none have ever succeeded. Now child, you may ask one question of us. We will answer, then we shall tell you what must happen."

Anak nodded, and thought for a minute. Then he said,"Will my father ever control me?"

Lachesis frowned."You have no father."

Anak stumbled like he'd been punched."What?" He managed to choke out.

Lachesis frowned at Poseidon, who shrugged, then she went on,"You are meant to be but a vessel for your father's spirit to return. He created you for this purpose. As Hyperion and Krios have created thier own vessels. They are not meant to do anything but house thier creator's spirit. But you are different."

Lachesis rose, and Poseidon bowed. But Anak was frozen. Lachesis walked down to him, and Anak realized somewhere in his mind that she wasn't any bigger than him. She softly brushed a hand across his cheek."You have denied your father. The other two did not. They already contain blighted souls. But your soul is pure as of yet. Your father has not tainted it. But he will try. And the 'sons' of Hyperion and Krios will be helping him. They are fated to bring about the return of Kronos."

The room darkened considerably. A cold wind swept through. Lachesis smiled in a creepy way."He knows well when another speaks his name. But he fears the Fates. As do all. But now, we can give you three peices of advice."

Lachesis disappeared, and reappeared seated on her throne. Clotho spoke first."You must not allow your father to gain control. You must not allow him to enter your mind."

Lachesis spoke next, like always."The children of Hyperion and Krios are nearly as powerful as gods. You must not fight them. They will win."

Atropos smiled coldly."You must never touch the Scythe of Kronos."

Anak sat with Poseidon in an open air pavillion, overlooking the oceans. Poseidon was anxious about what might be happeneing in his absence. Anak gained his attention by asking,"He has a scythe?"

Poseidon turned to lok at him."You do not know the story?"

Anak shook his head. Poseidon sighed."Yes. My father has a scythe."

Anak gasped."Your father?"

Poseidon nodded."All of the immortals are related in some way or another. As I was aying, my father has a scythe. It was given to him by his mother, to dethrone his own father. He did so, wounding Ouranos so horribly that he could do nothing as his son threw him into Tartarus. He is still there. None have ever had the power to raise him. But after that, my father became king of the world. He ruled with an iron fist, his five brothers ruling with him. Though he was the youngest, he was the most powerful.

"My father had six children. But fearing that they would rise against him, as he had doen to Ouranos, he ate them. First Hestia, the Hades, Demeter, Myself, and Hera. Only Zeus was saved, by our mother. He grew up away from our father, and returned one day in disguise. He tricked our father into eating poison. It could not kill him, but he did vomit up the rest of his children.

"We immediatly joined Zeus. Our father was alone, walking along the beach when he became sick. The three of us fell upon him, wrested his own scythe from him, and cut him to pieces. We then threw the peicesinto Tartarus.

"A War followed. The first Great War. Atlas led the Titans in our father's absence. We fought long, and hard. But then Zeus freed the brothers of the Titans, the Cyclops and the Hekatonhiers. The hundred handed ones. They fought for us, and the Cyclops created three weapons of mighty power unrivaled when they were together. Except by the scythe of our father.

"For Zeus they created his greatest lightning bolt. It has the power of a thousand lesser bolts. For me, they forged my Trident. It gave me power over earthquakes, and the sea. For Hades, they made him the Helm of Darkness. He cannot be seen when he wears it, but the fear it puts off will kill any lesser mortals. Even the gods can barely fight against it.

"We won the war, and the other Titans were imprisoned. The scythe of our father was destroyed, or so we thought. He returned, you know. That was the second Great War. In it, Hades learned how to imprison the Titans in thier own weapons of power. Thier souls are still locked away. As are the immortal souls of the gods."

Anak stared at him."You mean, you're not actually a god?"

Poseidon shook his head."I am. But I am not Invulnerable, like the gods of old. When Poseidon was trapped in his own Trident, his soul, anyway, he left a way to escape. When I, one of his mortal descendants, found the Trident in a temple, and touched it, my own soul merged with his. I am as much Poseidon as he was, only I can die. I will never die of old age. But from a mortal wound, inflicted by one of true power, can kill me. But there are few still alive who have that power now."

Anak nodded, still confused. Poseidon laughed, and said,"Don't worry. It never made sense to me in the beggining either. But now, you should be able to understand more about your own Power. Try to raise a wave."

Anak doubted he would be able to, but he tried anyway. With a roar, a wave the size of a small building erupted from the ocean and came vblasting towards them. Poseidon didn't even glance up, instead pointing at the wave, causing it to disapate."Well done. The sea is stronger than a bucket of water. You must remember, the sea wants to help you, and has accepted you as one of her own. You must remember that she is your partner. Therein lies your power."

Artemis

Huh! That monster ran right into this cove! Where could it have gone? The goddess leaned on her bow, her dark hair falling into her eyes. She briskly brushed it away. She was standing underwater like it was land. She felt a cold current, and dove after it, darting through the water like a fish.

She caught sight of her prey. It was a leviathan. A small one, only three hundred feet long. But still, it was malevolent. Artemis drew her bow, and snapped out five arrows in a millisecond. The creature screamed in pain, and flopped to the sea floor. Artemis fired again, ending it's life. She climbed up it's slimy back, and cut off one of the tendrils of redish flesh that grew like a plume from it's head.

Artemis wrapped the trophy around her like a scarf, and grinned. Then she felt another monster nearby, and darted after it.

Ares

"Idiotic morons!" Ares screamed. He turned, and cut down his mortal luetenant. The man died without a sound. Ares waved Aphrodite away when she tried to comfort him. He waved Apollo forward, and the sun god warily complied.

Ares waited until Apollo was withing easy arms reach, then hit him as hard as he could. The sun god fell to the ground, a cry of shock escaping his lips.

"Shut up!" Ares commanded. Apollo wimpered, but otherwise didn't make a sound. Ares raised his sword, and it turned into a long staff. He appraised it for a moment, then brought it down as hard as he could on Apollo's back. The sun god gasped, but otherwise remained silent.

Ares grabbed Apollo by his golden hair, and pulled him to his feet. He let go of him, and hit him harder than ever across the face. Apollo flew backwards, and hit the wall of thier conference room. He was bleeding now, golden ichor running down his face. The wounds healed, but the blood remained. Ares loved the sight of blood. He leapt forward, and drove the staff through Apollo's stomach, and into the wall behind him. Apollo screamed, convulsing on the staff, but Ares hit him, yelling,"I told you to shut up!"

Apollo whimpered again, and said,"Please . . . Ares . . . stop . . . . "

Ares enjoyed Apollo's pleading, then yanked the staff out. With a gasp, Apollo fell to his knees, a pool of ichor forming around him now. He looked up into Ares' eyes, and said,"Please, please Ares . . . . Please stop . . . . It . . . hurts . . . ."

Ares nodded."Of course it hurts Apollo. It is meant to hurt. You have disappointed me, Sun God." He hit Apollo across the face again, throwing him back. Ares leapt after him again, and drove the staff through him again, this time staking him to the ground. Apollo screamed louder this time, and tried feebly to remove the long stake.

Ares left him there, and walked over to the maps that lay scattered all over the table. Aphrodite cast a pitying glance at Apollo before she followed, weaving her arm around Ares'. Ares pored over the maps, and muttered."Athena will win, of course. She always has. And with Zeus, Hepheastus and Hermes helping her, we have little chance. Hmm. Let's give the prophecy a little twist, shall we, love?"

Aphrodite smiled back angelically. Apollo squirmed some more, and Ares grinned. This was going to be fun!

Sirius

Ever since meeting with Sole, Sirius had felt even better about himself. The son of Hyperion was much weaker than him. He could control the stars. Sure, Sole could do many of the same things, but not everything. Though Sirius didn't like to, he could fly during the day. He didn't draw as much strength from the sun as he did the other stars, though.

Sole was sleeping. Sirius hated that the other boy slept through the best part of the day. The night. Sirius stood, deciding to go for a quick fly while Sole slept. With a flick of his fingers, he was airborne. He flew only a few miles away, but, he flew fast. He set down somewhere along the shore of lake Superior. He lay out, looking up at the stars. For the first time in days, Krios didn't speak to him, but rather enjoyed the stars through his eyes.

Then Sirius became aware of a strange hissing noise. He looked around for the source, but saw nothing. He heard it again, and this time, he looked into the water.

He could see a few yards underwater. There, not far from the shore, underwater, was a hideous monster. It had nine heads, all with glowing red hate-filled eyes staring straight at him. Sirius shot to his feet, and briefly considered fleeing. But then, as the creature burst out of the water, he knew he wouldn't have made it. The smell was terrible. Like raw sewage.

Sitting atop the huge body of a lizard were nine snakelike heads, weaving here and there on long, thick necks, all filled with teeth the size of a shark's. It hissed again, sounding like a pit full of snakes. It slithered closer, that was the only way to describe how it moved. Sirius fell backwards in his haste to get away, and banged his head on a rock. Blinking away the pain, he summoned the power of the stars.

A blast of white energy hit the beast in it's bundle of heads. Three of them exploded, and another four were so badly burned that them crumbled. Then, it stood back up, and where the heads had been, the skin was roiling, like it had hundreds of snakes in it.

Two snakes burst from every stump where there had been one. Now the thing had sixteen heads! Sirius focused his power into a small sphere, like Krios had showed him how to it the Smithsonian. A small star gathered, and he threw it at the monster.

The star collided with the bundle of heads again, this time blowing eleven of them away, and burning the stumps where they'd been. They didn't grow back. Sirius was about to congradulate himself, when the last five head suddenly spat streams of viscous white fluid at him.

Titans, it freaking burned! Sirius screamed, and flailed around, while the creature hissed in victory. It closed in for the kill.

Krios siezed control of Sirius's body. He ignored his son's pain, and blasted the creature square in the chest with a more powerful blast than Sirius was capable of producing. The blast tore a hole through the monster, and threw it backwards, it's heads landing in the water. It sqirmed a little, then died.

Krios washed away the poison, and then allowed Sirius to regain control of his body. He shivered. It felt so strange to share his mind. He looked at the monster again, and asked, What is that thing, Father?

Krios spoke quietly. That is the Lernian Hydra. It was thjrown into Tartarus after Heracles killed it. It has returned, and was sent by one of the gods to kill you. You are fortunate. Few could have survived so long against such a beast. Return to Sole. I sense he is in danger.

Sole

Sole woke, feeling cold. He loked around, and saw that Sirius was gone again. Probably off flying in the starlight. Sole smiled faintly, and reached into his new backpack, and pulled out a can of ravioli. He used his power, weak as it always was in the night, and popped the can open. He dug in with his fingers, savoring the scant meal. He hadn't eaten in a few days.

Sole threw the can into the woods. He was about to lay back down, when he heard a loud grunting noise. Sole sood in alarm, wondering if there were many bears in these woods. Another grunt sounded, this one closer. Larger than a bear. Sole was sure.

Sole drew his swords. They glowed feeble in the night. He faced the sound of the grunting. And from the woods stepped a very large, very ugly monster. It smelled like a forgotten pair of really old socks. That had been used in three marathons, then thrown into a vat of sweat. In summer.

It was larger than a man. It wore only a loincloth, and carried a huge axe. It looked human at the waist, but around it's navel, the fur started. Going up it's chest, the fur thickened, until it's shoulders were covered in nothing but course black fur. And it's head was in no way human.

It had the head of a bull. Wicked, huge horns jutted from it's brow, and a large brass ring hung from it's nose. It roared, sounding like a very loud bull lowing. Then it charged at Sole.

Sole brought up the swords, and tried to block the huge swinging axe. He barely kept his head, deflecting the blade, and getting a lucky shot she one of his swords slipped and slashing into the creature's arm. It roared in fury, and batter Sole away with a giant backhand blow.

Sole slammed into a tree, losing his grip on the swords. He could feel wtness seeping down the back of his neck.

The creature walked up to him, and grabed him by the throat. Sole closed his eyes, struggling to be free. He kicked at the creature, but he might as well be kicking the tree. The creature raised it's axe.

Hyperion slammed into Sole's body. His eyes flashed open, light pouring from them. The creature cried out in pain, and dropped him. Hyperion seized the swords, and slashed out.

The creature's arm fell away, sliced clean off. Hyperion blandished the swords brilliantly, swiping off both horn, then reversing his grip on the handles, and stabbed the creature in the heart.

Hyperion left Sole's body, and the boy fell to his knees. He stared at the thing, and heard Hyperion whisper, It is the Minotaur of Crete. It was slain by Theseus, long ago. It's boy was thrown into Tartarus, and it returned to life. The gods have sent it after you. You must find Sirius, and then you must go after the last child. The son of Oceanus.

Conveniently, Sirius arrived at thet moment. He looked at the body of the creature, and said,"You too?"

Sole nodded, wondering what Sirius meant. Then he noticed that Sirius was bleeding too. He looked raw, like he'd been burned. He didn't ask. Instead. Sirius took his hand, and they were flying, flying south.

Anak

Anak bent the water into a complex array of shapes. Then he heated it to neat bioling temperature, and froze it to ice. He shattered the ice, and threw it at the dock. A series of thunking sounds were heard as the ice buried itself in the wood.

Poseidon had gone back to his palace to speed the cleanup. He'd told Anak how to heat the water, and freeze it, and then he'd hinted at letting him use some of his storm powers. He'd already aught him how to create small tremors.

Anak was so caught up in what he was doing, that he didn't see the gigantic animal until it was too late.

A huge paw caught him and threw him down the dock, where he slammed into a crate. He blinked away tears of pain, and saw what had hit him.

It was a gigantic lion. It's coat was gold, and it's mane was a dark golden brown. It's eyes were bright green, and were watching Anak, waiting for him to move. He didn't. He thought for a minute, and it happenecto be a minute too long.

The lion pounced. He batted Anak again, this time throwing him off the dock, and unfortunatly into the white sand. Funny, most people like carribean beaches, but Anak would have liked to point out that huge man eating lions did affect the tourist attraction.

Anak leapt for the water. The cat landed in front of him, and hissed. Then it roared, causeing Anak to cover his ears. He threw his spear, a good throw, but it just bounced off the cat's coat.

It did distract it, though. Anak ran around it, and managed to make it to the sea before the cat managed to gore him. He raised a wave, and turned it to ice. He threw razor sharp shards of ice at the monster, but the bounced off again.

The cat landed a few feet from him. Anak gathered another wave, and hurled it at the lion. The cat dodged it, but it placed the cat in the water. Anak raised the water all around it, and the sea obligingly swallowed the monster cat.

And then the sea was calm. As if the cat had never existed at all.

A/N: And for all you other Greek Mythology Buffs out there, how'd I do with the Minotaur, the Hydra, and the Nemean Lion? Loved the write for them, though the fight scenes are rather short. Too bad, there aren't many more famous monsters I want to use! Ah, well. Next chapter, hopefully, Anak meets Sole and Sirius. And Apollo gets his revenge! Yay! Artemis' part was short, but I really hadn't even planned on her really being in many of the chapters. Well, until next update, this is Arciadrian, saying hope you liked! R/R!