(Ouranos)

Everyone had always thought that Ouranos's only children were with Gaea, the cyclops, the hundred handed ones and the Titans. But this was simply untrue, were his thoughts as the sky primordial smirked inwardly. He was well aware of his wife and son's plot to kill him. Gaea, for the mother of nature, had always hated him but was never powerful enough to knock him down. Ouranos was the most powerful of the protogenoi but his sister, Ananke, had already told him of his impending demise.

Ordinarily, this would have bothered him very little, seeing as no one would dare to stand up to his power. But, when your sister happens to spin the fabric of fate, you'd better take her warning pretty damn seriously. Obviously, he immediately suspected his wife, and his newest set of children, the Titans. He especially did not trust his youngest son, Kronos, as something about the young Titan just set him off.

Unfortunately, despite his supposed all-knowing (sky father perks), he was unable to discover what his sons were plotting. It seemed Gaea had done her part in making sure that all discussion occurred on her domain, where he had very little control over. Ouranos wanted to just strike her down immediately. However, without proper evidence, the other protogenoi would soon revolt against him by claiming he was unfit to rule. And, as strong as the sky was, even he could not hope to stand against all of his brethren at once.

This gave Ouranos a lot to think about, which made him realize a few things. Firstly, while he truly treasured his title as ruler of the heavens, he realized that his paranoia stemmed more from letting Gaea and her creations ruin his world rather than losing his title. Perhaps, his death was inevitable in order for balance to be restored to the universe, but he would not simply roll over and let the universe fall into her hands. He must know how to stop it. Which led him straight to his sister.

"Your presence is noted, milord," Ananke spoke curtly, still knitting the golden thread of fate.

Ouranos stared directly into her glowing silver eyes, "I don't care about living, sister," his tone was blunt and formal, "but I must know what I should do to prevent Gaea and her spawn from ruling this world."

Ananke cocked her head to one side, her white hair falling with it, she narrowed her eyes. Ouranos held a fixed gaze, despite his heart accelerating quickly from the discomfort of being analyzed by fate itself.

"You will die, Ouranos,"and as Ananke finished the statement, she paused in order to gauge Ouranos's reaction. Ouranos let the words hit him, but did not show any signs of reaction, instead opting for a slight nod to indicate that he understood.

Ananke pursed her lips, continuing reluctantly, "The future of protogenoi is not within my control brother," she admitted, "But I know that the Titans will not rule forever after your death. Kronos will grow paranoid and be defeated by his children, the Olympians. All you have to do to ensure this, is to curse his fate as he kills you."

Ouranos nodded understandingly, already accepting his death.

Ananke continued slowly "However, after their defeat, Gaea will try to rise with the help of her next set of children, the Gigantes. They will try to rise twice. The first time they will be defeated, the second however…" Ananke looked thoughtful, "I am not certain."

Ouranos frowned, raising an eyebrow, suddenly aware of how sweaty his palms were becoming, "What do you mean?"

Ananke stared at Ouranos unblinking ,using him to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, she explained in a thoughtful tone. "Perhaps I have an idea. You need a true heir, to carry your power and more into the future. You must sire the most powerful immortal in existence, Ouranos."

Ouranos froze, almost ceasing to breathe, "W-what?" he asked, slowly snapping out of his trance, "With whom?"

Anake paused, stroking her chin thoughtfully, "Thalassa", she replied matter of factly, "Your child will directly counter the earth, controlling the sky and the sea. My husband, Chronos shall also bestow him with the gift of time, and send him into the future. That should be about the maximum amount of power one individual can hold. It is up to you to train him, as his father."

Ouranos turned pale at the mention of Chronos. The primordial of Time was one of the only beings that Ouranos dared not trifle with, as time was indeed an unpredictable element. If this son of his would receive time's blessing, he would truly be unstoppable...

(Thalassa)

It had certainly been a strange 9 months for Thalassa. She had, much to the disdain of her husband, Pontus, been tasked with giving birth to the 'greatest immortal in existence'. Ouranos had come to her with this strange prospect, and although she was immediately hesitant, as soon as he mentioned Ananke, she had no choice but to trust him. It would be unwise to defy one's fate after all.

This was proven true just a few months later, as news of Ouranos's demise soon reached her. Although she was not certain exactly how he died, she knew that Gaea's son, Kronos had immediately taken the mantle as ruler of the cosmos. Unfortunately, Kronos seemed to be a serious power trip and forced most of the primordials into exile or eternal slumber, including Pontus. Obviously, this pissed Thalassa off to a great degree, and she cursed Kronos to be totally destroyed by her son.

Days went past, and Thalassa could feel the effects of giving birth to such a powerful immortal start to take its toll on her. With her own restlessness, came with the uneasiness of the seas. As the sole water primordial left alive, her emotions held even more of a weight upon the oceans than ever before. Constant tsunamis smashed against the shores, Gaea's domain was constantly flooded. I mean, talk about contractions, right?

Eventually though, it would stop. And what Thalassa held in her arms could both be described as the most terrifying and adorable being in existence. The little boy was barely the size of her chest, but she could sense the potential power he possessed, and it was truly magnificent. He had jet black hair, like hers and his eyes held a mixture of crackling electric blue and swirling sea green.

"Beautiful," she cooed as she gently rocked the young boy, "What should I name you?"

And as she stared into the wondrous eyes of the child, she suddenly knew,

"Perseus." She decided, "Young Perseus."

(Perseus)

"Good." Perseus watched the glowing figure of his father, Ouranos, give his approval. Wearing a white toga that complimented his white hair, the primordial of the sky appeared quite formal. "Your lightning is rivalling even what mine was."

Over the years, Perseus had grown into a fine young warrior. Not only had he grown more and more accustomed with his various air and water abilities, but also managed to improve his swordsmanship up to his father's skill level. Speaking of his father, he only ever saw Ouranos in his dreams, the primordial telling him something about losing his physical form before Perseus's birth. Everytime the young immortal asked about this, however, he always got the same, "In due time, Perseus," in response.

Feeling good about himself today, he decided to try his luck once more.

"Father," Perseus locked eyes with his father's electric blue orbs, "How did you lose your physical form? I feel as though I am ready to know."

Ouranos narrowed his eyes, analyzing his son before looking thoughtful, "Maybe you are." he replied, "But I shall be the judge of that."

Perseus frowned, confused at his father's words, "What do you-" he began.

Suddenly, Ouranos had pointed the tip of a jagged sword blade at Perseus's neck, "You must defeat me in combat, young one."

Perseus's eyes widened in realization, knowing that his all powerful father was about to go full out with him was just the type of challenge he thrived on. Understanding that neither he nor his father would be hurt in this dreamscape, he immediately turned to his most trustworthy weapon: a gargantuan bolt of pure lightning.

He clenched his fist tightly, and concentrated hard in order to reach for the electric currents in the air and made a throwing motion towards his father. With a loud crackling sound, a white holt bolt of pure lightning made contact directly with Ouranos. The impact was enough to create a large cloud of smoke, forcing Perseus's eyes to water slightly.

However, as the smoke cleared, Ouranos stood there, an eyebrow raised in amusement. As Perseus assessed his blow, he gasped in shock, the primordial of the sky was completely unscathed!

"Perseus," Ouranos addressed his son with a serious tone, "Your powers may be powerful. But, I am the sky itself! How could you possibly expect to best me off brute strength itself?"

Perseus took a deep breath, taking in his father's words. He knew his destiny was to rule the cosmos, but long ago Ouranos had told him that this was to be earned not given. Lord Chaos would never allow such a powerful being to exist without proving his worth. Right now, it seemed his power was still much weaker than that of his father's. If he was to best the primordial, he needed a different approach.

"You are right, father." Perseus replied, maintaining strong eye contact with the primordial, "I am not as powerful as you yet. Then again, relying on one's pure power is arrogant and not the way of a true warrior."

Perseus drew a long blade, the shiny metal glowing with power, "Let's do this." he cried in determination.

At first, the two immortals circled each other in a standstill, both respectful of the other's ability and trying to find a weakness to capitalize on. Perseus, ever eager to battle, made the first swing towards Ouranos's neck. His blade was easily batted away and he was forced to jump back in order to avoid his father's counter thrust.

Perseus grinned, enjoying how evenly matched the two were, and felt his muscles loosen up. Now, he unleashed his full arsenal of various techniques, high swings, low swings, feints and rolls. All of this however was handily blocked by Ouranos, the impenetrable defense of the primordial quickly tiring Perseus out.

Losing his opportunity, Perseus felt himself being quickly forced on the defense. Despite his strong swordsmanship, his father still seemed lightning quick, moving his blade at impossible speeds. He knew that he would soon be overwhelmed, and his breath quickened sporadically as he tried desperately to think of a plan.

The sea does not like to be restrained, suddenly the voice of his mother, Thalassa, appeared in his head. She would train him with his water powers, and it was one of her favourite sayings to help Perseus. He had always found more affinity with his father's powers, but had still grown quite adept at water manipulation as well. With a jolt of surprise, he was struck with realization of what he had to do...

Perseus saw a single flaw in his father's relentless attack and used this moment to throw his sword at the primordial. Ouranos easily swatted the desperate attempt away, but Perseus had already anticipated this. Concentrating on the water molecules in the air, he simultaneously splashed his father in the face and used the water to carry his sword back into his hands.

Then, in his father's momentary distraction, he performed a great upwards sword swing, disarming the primordial in the blink of an eye. Then, he levelled his sword at his father's throat, breathing heavily as he proclaimed, "You are beaten."

Ouranos smiled, "Good job." he said simply, "Obviously I did not even begin to unleash my true power. But, that doesn't matter, you used your wit and smarts to beat me, like a true warrior. You passed the test Perseus, you will truly be a powerful immortal in the future."

Perseus felt his heart swell at the compliments, "Thank you, father," he held his gaze strong, "But, you must now complete your side of the deal."

Ouranos sighed heavily, his shoulders rising and falling with it, "Very well, Perseus," he relented, "So the reason I had you, was because I knew of my death soon. Gaea, my wife, had grown jealous of my power, and she was not the woman I married. She sired a new set of children with me, the Titans, in order to have them overthrow me. I needed a way to ensure that the cosmos would fall into the right hands, so I sought the help of Ananke. Who, despite her role as fate itself, could only guide me along, seeing as primordials were beyond her power. She advised me to sire a powerful son, one who could one day rule the cosmos and carry on my legacy. That, Perseus, was you."

Perseus nodded, the information was beginning to make sense now. His mother had always told him of his legendary destiny, but after hearing his father's explanation, he understood what he had to do.

"But, father," Perseus inquired curiously, "You still have not told me how you died?"

Ouranos stared at him for a few moments, electric blue eyes staring into Perseus's soul, sending shivers down his spine. "Kronos," the sky primordial explained bluntly, "cut me up and destroyed my physical form. I, however, was still able to preserve a little bit of consciousness, hence, me visiting you in your dreams."

Perseus's eyes darkened, both he and his mother had never liked that scoundrel ruler Kronos, "I will avenge you father. I swear on the very cosmos, Chaos, itself" Even in the dreamscape, the powerful vow was enough to shake the entire world, sealing Perseus's promise.

Ouranos smiled proudly at his son, "I should hope so," his tone suddenly grew must more sombre, "Perseus, you are ready. You must seek the old time primordial, Chronos. Only he can help you in the next stages of your journey. However, I must inform you, me and your mother may not see you again in a long time."

Percy's heart dropped, he loved his parents dearly, feeling a lump in his throat, "I guess this is goodbye then, father." he said, voice laced with undisguised emotion, "I love you."

Ouranos flashed a sad smile, "Until we meet again Perseus, I love you too" he spoke softly, pulling his son in a loving embrace. And it was there, in his father's arms, that he felt his world begin to disappear. He was waking up, leaving his father for gods knows how long now...

(Thalassa)

The creaking of the door signalled the arrival of her son, Perseus's, awakening from his meeting with his father. Thalassa smiled at the tall, well built figure of her now grown up son entering the room. But, as all mothers do, she noticed something was off with him today.

"Percy," Thalassa's voice was full of concern, "Something is up. What is it?"

Perseus looked at his mother, his usually sparkling eyes were swirling with emotion, "I may not get to see you for a long time." he choked out, not bothering to correct his mother on the use of his name.

Thalassa was taken aback, "What do you mean?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

"It is time," Perseus explained, "Father has decreed it so."

Immediately Thalassa understood, the memory of Ouranos's words filling her mind. Her heart felt heavy, and with a heavy sigh she turned to Perseus, "You know you must seek Chronos?" she asked tentatively.

Perseus nodded silently, looking like he was too emotionally tired for words.

Thalassa pulled her son into a hug, and with her bottom lip trembling she whispered, "We will see you again, young hero. Percy, remember that the sea does not like to be restrained, and that you are just as powerful in my domain as your father's." she reminded him gently, "Your destiny is one of pure greatness, you will be powerful beyond measure, I can feel it."

Perseus didn't even lift his head, but Thalassa could feel him nodding, his height forcing his chin down on the top of her head.

"Remember that I love you eternally," Thalassa said to her son wistfully.

Perseus nodded, murmuring a soft, "I love you too, mother," before taking a heavy breath and slowly walking to the door.

As Thalassa watched the young immortal exit towards his destiny, she couldn't help but smile softly to herself. He really was going to be a worthy ruler of the cosmos, she told herself, a truly pure soul.

(Perseus)

For some inexplicable reason, Perseus knew exactly where to find the primordial of Time. He stepped slowly into the barely lit cavern, the coldness of the air creating a tingling sensation on his skin. He had his hand firmly gripped on the hilt of his sword, so tightly that his knuckles began to whiten.

A sudden disembodied voice immediately drew the young immortal's attention, "Perseus," the booming voice proclaimed, "The son of Ouranos and Thalassa, destined to rule the cosmos."

Perseus immediately drew out his sword, pointing it in the direction where he thought the voice came from, "Show yourself" he called shakily, trying to ignore his rapidly beating heart, and stand confidently.

A figure walked towards him, what looked to be a frail old man, but with powerful glowing golden eyes. The figure chuckled, "Peace, Perseus," he reprimanded the young immortal amusedly, "I know you seek my help, I made sure you found me after all."

Perseus lowered his sword slowly, "Chronos." he guessed, "My father asked me to find you. He said that you would be able to guide me along to the next part of my journey."

Chronos grinned, "I can do a bit more than that," he quipped.

Perseus raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?" he asked carefully, knowing his father's warnings with this powerful being in front of him.

Chronos sighed, "I am dying Perseus," he explained, "the Titan Kronos is slowly seeping all of my essence away," he continued, "And, with the last of my power, I want to give it to someone deserving..."

Perseus, knowing what was coming, cut the primordial off, "You want to give me your powers?" he asked unbelievingly.

Chronos nodded in confirmation, "And, with it," he stated, "You will also be transported into the future."

Perseus felt a eureka moment as he finally realized what his father meant about "Only Chronos can help you," his destiny lay in the future!

"After I give you my power, however," the time primordial warned, "You will lose your memories from the overload, such as who you are, and who your parents are. But, you should keep all the important skills you learnt, your control over your powers, and what you are capable of. Besides, you can always piece the rest of your memories back together slowly."

Chronus watched Perseus to gauge his reaction, but the young immortal simply took a deep breath and nodded in understanding, accepting his fate before him.

Chronos smiled, "You will be transported about 500 years before the Great Prophecy, which you can use to train for the war and also reclaim your memories."

Perseus once again nodded, and flashed Chronos the thumbs up to signal that he was ready. He closed his eyes as he watched a shimmering golden ball of light emerge from the primordial's chest and make a direct path towards his own...