AN: Okay guys, major change coming up. Let me know if I should dial it down a little. Also, if you guys haven't picked up what time it is in PJO, go back and try to go find the little hints I dropped. Enjoy chapter three! Also, I noticed that I kinda overused ellipsis. DON'T HURT ME!

Chapter Three

The memories. So many at once, it was living a billion lives at once. Emotions rose to meet them. It was too much. The mind started breaking down. The soul began tearing apart. The body began failing. Life started to fade.

…Help you…

Who was this voice? It wasn't Kronos… so who…?

…help you. Let… help…

The voice was fading.

…help kill… Take… revenge… gods…

The body, the soul and the mind all gave in.

THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE + A SHORT TIME SKIP

The party on Olympus had continued all throughout the night, celebrating the defeat of the Titans. Even when all the demigods had returned to Camp Half-blood, the Olympians continued on. Now, in the early hours of the morning, even the gods had decided to take a break. The throne room was empty, with the hearth now nothing dying embers. Finally, when the last speck of heat was snuffed out, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

His features were obscured by a half steel half celestial bronze mask. The combination of the two metals made a dark silver colour. The mask itself was simple and plain, with grooves outlining his cheeks. Where the sockets of his eyes should have been, there was simply two gaping voids. Gazing out were two glowing eyes, constantly flickering in between gold, silver, amber and blood red. A cloak similar to that of a Grim Reaper's was wrapped around him. His lean muscular frame was covered with armour made of the same material as his mask. On his back slung a bow with a quiver of arrows. Two short swords were sheathed at his waist. Strapped to each of his limbs were long knives which were designed for both slashing and throwing.

He stepped forward, his black leather boots making virtually no sound on the floor of the throne room. His target was a massive orb of water levitating in the air above the floor or rather what was once swimming around lazily in the water. Half cow half serpent, the Ophiotaurus had made it through the war with the Titans unscathed.

Silently, the masked figure raised his hand and flicked it out in an outwards motion. The sphere of water exploded into tiny droplets, levitating in the air. The beast was also frozen, suspended above the ground, its brown eyes just beginning to widen in surprise. Swiftly, the cloaked figure leapt up and grabbed the neck of the creature. To any observer, it would appear as if both the Ophiotaurus and the masked intruder were sucked into a black hole of sorts.

Reappearing underneath Mount Orthrys, the figure held the immobilized hybrid as if it weighed nothing at all, dragging it along to a fiery forge. One of the telekhines working the forge shuffled forward awkwardly, holding a sacrificial knife in its flippers reverently. The luminous eyes seemed to shine even brighter, studying the curved dagger. Then, without any warning, a gauntleted hand whipped out and snatched the knife, spun it around once quickly and brought it down on the Ophiotaurus.

AN: Extreme gore alert! Turn back now if you just had your meal! You have been warned!

The blow was clearly delivered by an expert. It severed the head from the body both efficiently and painlessly. The body of the slaughtered beast did not disappear though. The material of which the sacrificial knife was made could be given the credit for that. Without the slightest pause, the dagger wielder accessed the beast's insides with a couple of precise cuts.

Reversing his grip on the knife, he then handed it back to the wide-eyed telekhine. Lifting the body just above the forge's fire, he plunged a gauntleted hand into the corpse, ripping out its slimy innards in one fluid motion, before tossing the carcass to the side. Raising the organs high above his head, he spoke.

"We sacrifice the Ophiotaurus' entrails for power. Enough to overpower the corrupt gods. Enough to right what is wrong. This we swear, upon the River Styx, the light and the dark, the Chaos from which all began." His voice kept alternating as if a thousand people were speaking one sentence. The telekhines could make out the sounds of a toddler, then an old man, then a deep baritone. They also noticed that he always referred to himself as the plural. The only thing constant about the voice was the fact that whenever the masked figure said "we", it was the same deep menacing voice. A sound which made even the telekhines flatten their ears and shiver with fear.

Purposefully, acting as though he had all the time in the world, the figure let go of the entrails, and his glowing eyes seemed to fill up with triumph as the innards of the Ophiotaurus burned away, all the while accompanied by a deep menacing chuckle. After the innards had finally burnt to ash, the voice spoke again. Softer this time, but no less terrifying.

"Telekhines. You may dispose of the body." The telekhines growled in approval. However, their leader cautiously approached the mysterious figure as the other "fish children" began their feasting. The figure turned towards the pack leader, his colour-shifting eyes giving away no emotion.

"What should we call you, my lord?" the telekhine asked, keeping its gaze fervently away from its masters piercing eyes.

"You telekhines forged our armour the exact same way you forged Kronos' scythe, using the same techniques and materials. As it happens, Kronos expended to aid us. I shall assume a title which honours his name. You may call us… Chronos." The deep laugh echoed throughout Mount Orthrys.

Meanwhile in Olympus

The water droplets splattered on the floor. An alarm started ringing. In a flash, the Olympians were all back in their respective thrones. There was nothing but dead silence for a whole minute. Finally, it was broken by Poseidon.

"This shouldn't have been possible. I would have felt someone breaking through the water barrier," he muttered with a concerned frown etched on his face.

"Someone managed to make it all the way here without tripping a single one of my alarms. Whoever they are, they have quite a lot of skill," grunted Hephaestus.

"Yes. This event reminds me of another theft, just a couple years ago, just after another winter solstice," Athena replied, shooting an accusing look at Hermes.

"It wasn't one of mine this time!" Hermes retorted angrily, the subject of Luke Castellan clearly still haunting him.

"ENOUGH!" roared Zeus. "What's done is done. We need to find the thieve immediately! We do not want a repeat of last time, either. Artemis, gather your hunt."

"Father, should we not summon the demigods to aid us in this?" the moon goddess asked.

"No. For all we know, it could be yet another demigod from Camp Half-Blood. We shall not risk it. We must settle this ourselves. For now, this matter is strictly needed to know only. DISMISSED!" Zeus thundered.

AN: For reasons, I can't be bothered to explain (OCD) I have decided to cut this chapter in half. Which means Chapter Four could be online by the end of this week as well. Please let me know in your reviews whether you would like it to be TPP or FPP. Also, let me know if the personality change was too much. Thanks!