Third Person Point of View
The primordial looked down on Olympus, musing to himself. He knew of the God King's plan for the boy. Although he had brothers and sisters that had yet to fade, none of the remaining primordials intervened in events anymore. Simply content to remain, side by side, with the last of their loved ones. The primordial watched Perseus' struggles, his very first quest, the awakening of a forbidden love, the heartbreak of a lost friend, the dive into the depths of the Labyrinth, the valiant defense of the entrance to Olympus, the sudden disappearance, a quest for the roman standard, the dangerous voyage across the sea, a plunge into the most hellish place of existence, a desperate escape, and one battle that would go down in the history. Perseus Jackson had suffered immensely, and he would unjustly continue to suffer more. One of their beloveds had been ripped away from him and his lover. A cruel act of jealousy done in a moment of spite, solely because the father didn't wish his daughter to have any romantic associations. Time being his domain, he decides to temporally blip the young demi-gods. Just their minds and memories, just enough to change the course of time. His children, the Lady Fates, would be displeased by the unraveling of their carefully spun destiny, but they would undoubtedly agree with their father. The Fates, unlike what most would believe, wove only momentous events into existence. They did not control every day to day happenings of the world. They only weaved in major prophecies, like the one of Khronos' return. Fibers were created based on different choices that could be made by different individuals. Some minor and some major. The fibers were then condensed into strings which ultimately made up the crochet which is fate. The primordial decided to bring the minds of Perseus Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Thalia Grace backward in time, approximately four years. This was right when the latter awoke from her restless slumber. The primordial of time could only hope that with this final act, one which would cause him to fade, he could bring a little bit more happiness and peace to the world. The only thing to do now was to wait for the right time. He chuckled to himself, he sure did love his puns.