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Alt title - Chapter 6 - Reminiscence

The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever. ~ Herb Caen

Percy POV:

Standing there at the edge of my town, I felt an unwelcome sense of nostalgia. 'Wonderful', I thought. 'I haven't even left yet, and I'm already missing this damn place.' As was to be expected, it was hard to leave behind the place that I had called home for the past eighteen years. But I had a clear goal in my mind, and I was more than ready to give up on a few things to achieve that goal.

Moreover, the sense of nostalgia that I felt for this place was nothing compared to how much I wanted to get home. To me, everything would be a-okay if I just got to see my old house again, to see mom, and Paul, and Annabeth… 'No! I can't think like that. I'm not Perseus Jackson anymore. That immature boy died along with his friends and family.'

And with that thought in my head, I turned my back on my so-called 'hometown' and stepped across its borders. I was going East to find those two men – Dae and Rimuto, and nothing in this world would stop me. It wasn't as if they could, after all.

-Line break-

It had been around three hours since I left my town, and the evening had faded into night. Fortunately, I hadn't had to walk under the scorching rays of the mid-day sun because I had left in the late afternoon, when the sun was nearing the western horizon… when it was about to touch the endless ocean that spread out beyond the coastal town of Ticelli.

Still, even with god's small mercies, the trek through the mountainous lands of Lautrec was extremely tedious. There was absolutely nothing to do except climb, climb and… yup, you guessed it… climb some more. The only real fun I had had on the trip so far was because of the momentary aesthetic pleasure that some of the views from this altitude gave me.

I had already decided to travel through the night and rest during the day because that plan of action allowed me to avoid both – bandits and the sun. If bandits were to attack me in the night when I was asleep, then all my battle prowess would mean nothing. And, naturally, travelling through the day meant getting burnt and beaten by the merciless sun.

While the plan was very smart and very practical, it also meant that my day had just started. Which meant that I had a long, long time and nothing to do. Even if I no longer had ADHD, it was hard to change. Old habits die hard, after all. So, just like it used to do in the old days, my mind drifted off. Even as I was walking along the stony path, my mind was remembering fond moments from my past life.

I was pulled deep down into my bank of memories, and to be honest, watching those memories made a truckload of nostalgia and wistfulness build up in my heart. My mind was focused solely on avenging Annabeth, but all my heart wanted to do was be reunited with her. But, the strong sense of duty that I had always carried – the duty of a warrior, the duty of a friend, and the duty of a family member – prevented my mind from agreeing with the sway of my heart.

The Fates had entrusted their faith in me, and so had all the gods and goddesses of Olympus. If I gave up on my fight, then all the sacrifices they made and the pains they took would be meaningless. The deaths of my friends and even Annabeth's death would be meaningless. 'What are you doing, Perseus!' I thought to myself, 'THEY'VE ALL DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU! CAN'T YOU AT LEAST PAY THEM BACK!?' Then, the last part of my thoughts came out as a scream of anger and frustration, "YOU OWE THEM AT LEAST THIS MUCH!"

And with that scream, a torrent of emotions was let out. But I was prepared this time to counter the emotions. I couldn't let them get the better of me. No, if that happened, then I would charge right at Chaos without a plan like I did the last time. And that was a suicidal move… because, as Benjamin Franklin once said, 'If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail.'

And that thought brought a smile to my face once again. 'All these quotes… I really don't know whether Athena's blessing is a blessing or a curse in disguise.' I thought, in an attempt to nullify all the raging hormones and emotions in my mind. The attempt succeeded because that thought instantly brought my mind to the blessings of the gods.

I was then hit with another startling realization. The Fates had said that I had been blessed by all of Olympus and by a Primordial. That was one crazy power boost. Surely, I would've felt something like that… right? There was no way that I wouldn't have noticed suddenly becoming as strong as a Primordial. No, it would be impossible for ANYBODY to not notice a power upgrade of that level.

There was a HUGE difference between the power level of a demigod and that of a god. The strongest of the gods were represented on the Olympian council. Even then, the second race of immortals – the Titans – were supposed to have power exponentially greater than that of the Olympians. I had once heard from Poseidon that merely being in the same room as Kronos' true form would melt my essence away. That was REAL power.

Yet, there was a generation of immortals before the Titans. These immortals were so powerful that they could wipe out any lower beings' existence in the blink of an eye. I had personally been there to watch as Tartarus willed Krios and Hyperion out of existence, and it had seriously scared me. With a single thought, the Primordial had been able to erase Krios and Hyperion – two of the strongest titans in history – from history. And, if the titans had real power, Percy had absolutely no words to describe what this power could be called.

Perhaps it could be termed as 'complete dominion'. After all, from the old stories of Ouranos and Kronos, and from his own experience with Gaia, it was obvious that even these magnificent, ancient, and powerful creatures could be defeated, if they were dragged out of their domain. Maybe not killed, but defeated, nonetheless. Thus, it could be said that the power these Primordials had was the power of absolute dominion over their respective domains. Not even another Primordial could bring you down in your domain. It was impossible, and that's what made them so strong.

So, it was firmly rooted in my mind that nobody could jump that far without realizing it. It would be like jumping straight up into the Exosphere of Earth's atmosphere without realizing that you ever left the ground. Even from my own experiences with power, I knew that pain was a characteristic very closely related with power.

The only one time where I remembered getting a power increase – if my memories served me right – was when I took a dip in the Styx. And even the partial invincibility that the Styx had granted me had caused an ocean of pain in my body. Literally every cell had felt as if it had been fried. Even then, the Styx's curse had just given me temporary partial invulnerability. The power surge that the Fates had suggested would've practically given me permanent invincibility.

The difference in the two things was proportionate to the difference between the Red Sea and the Pacific Ocean. Moreover, it was obvious from my previous statements that the pain level would've been proportional to the power boost. With those inferences in my mind, I could conclude that the pain I would have felt when I was blessed would have been... simply… unbearable… and torturous…

Then, as I finally reached that conclusion, my thoughts started to slow down and became centered around one crucial moment from my previous life. Now, I felt downright stupid. How hadn't I realized it before? I mean, it was the way I had died after all… The power boost that the Fates had forced unto me had been too much for my old body. So, that body had literally given way – part by part. It had slowly faded and turned to dust as the power moved through my system.

As the power had passed through each part of my body, my body had crumbled to dust, instead of changing to accommodate the new power like it was supposed to – like it had done for the Achilles' curse. The reason had been very simple too… the amount of power was so much and the time period it was delivered in was so short that neither my brain nor my body had been able to understand how to adapt. And that had led to what could possibly be the most painful death in history – my death.

Still, the only way I could see my situation, surprisingly, was in a rather positive light. It was clear that pain, hate, and power had a direct relation in this universe, which gave me another advantage. Annabeth had once told me how Chaos had created the universe – it had emerged straight out of his body. That sounded painful… really painful. That was, in my opinion, exactly why Chaos was practically indestructible. He had already been destroyed by the pain.

But that's where my advantage lay. The creation of the universe was a multi-billion-year old event, and the Creator had gone to sleep instantly after it. Which would mean that Chaos had never felt any pain or even any emotion – since you couldn't feel emotions in your sleep, and Gods couldn't dream – after he created the universe, which was a long, LONG time ago.

And time was known as a natural destroyer… it destroyed literally everything. Even structures that were totally perfect couldn't last forever. So, I was willing to bet that time could even destroy power. And wouldn't it make sense if the Destroyer had the power to weaken the Creator – they were, after all, meant to be equal in nature, and thus, equal in power.

Moreover, I was sure that I had felt an equal amount of pain just over the course of 8 years – since Gabe moved in with us when I was 10 until the moment of my death when I was 18 – as most gods had felt in their entire lives. And that had been, assuming that I had been reborn as soon as I had died, just 18 years ago. With these facts in place, wouldn't it be entirely possible to defeat the Creator with the help of the Destroyer, once and for all? If the real destroyer couldn't do that on its own, then I was ready to become the unofficial Destroyer so I could claim Chaos' head.

And even then, there were more positive facts to take away from my current situation. For example, the very fact that I had been reborn showed that the Fates had found me a body that could control the power that the blessings had given me. It could only mean that I would now be able to control that power… and that… was interesting.

(At the same time – at a different location):

Third Person POV:

"We underestimated him, didn't we, sister?" Clotho asked. There was a terse silence for a few moments, followed by a hurried reply from Atropos, "Yes… yes we did. It's been less than half a day since he learned about his true past… and he has already guessed one of the deepest secrets of the universe… Athena's blessings has worked wonders on his mind."

She immediately corrected her previous statement, "No, it couldn't have been Athena's blessing – that only enhances your natural capacities for wit and wisdom… perhaps the boy has been this smart from the beginning, and we – along with the rest of the world, apparently – failed to see it."

Another terse silence settled upon the room in which the three daughters of Ananke were sitting. As all three Moirai were busy thinking about the possibilities that the future could hold, a tall and dark figure entered the room unnoticed. A hollow voice then rang around the room, "So, nieces, how are the plans coming?"

That snapped all three of them out of their thoughts. Lachesis was the first to respond, "The plans are moving forward at an excellent rate, uncle. The boy is surprisingly smart, and he is mentally well-prepared as well. He has already realized that pain and hate are the basics on which this universe were formed. That means that the plans should start moving along faster than expected."

Another silence fell upon the room. Then, the purple humanoid figure raised his vortex-like face up and spoke, "I knew that my blessing would change the boy… but I just didn't think that he would be strong enough to adapt to it so quickly…" And then, after a dramatic pause, he continued, "Maybe he really will get strong enough to defeat Father." And with that, the god of the pit turned on his heel and marched out of the room, leaving his nieces to their own work.

Then, before another silence could settle on the room, Atropos said, "Now all we can do is hope that Lord Chronus' domain is on our side. Whatever he does, that boy must get Chronus' power on his side… be it as an ally, or as a successor."**

(Back with Percy)

Percy POV:

If I could really control that power… the possibilities were endless. And an endless number of possibilities is exactly what I needed to defeat the Creator. So, I figured that I had to master those powers one way or another. To defeat Chaos, I would need all the powers that I'd been given… and more.

As I had nothing to do, and because it couldn't hurt to try, I decided to experiment with my powers. Remembering that I had been blessed by all the Olympians and several major and minor gods, I concluded that I would have control over practically all the elements. And since I supposedly had enough power to match a Primordial's, I assumed that my control over each and every element could eventually match the level of control a real Primordial had over his domain.

According to the way I understood things, each Primordial held complete authority over their domain. And since Chaos was the Creator, he held the same level of dominion over ALL domains – except maybe Tartarus… because that place was literally the essence of its representative god. So, I would have to max out my control over all the basic elements to stand on a roughly equal footing with the Creator's general powers.

However, Chaos was not called 'the Creator' for nothing. On top of his general powers and his physical prowess, he also had the power to create anything and everything… which was dangerous. Since he had created everything, he would hold an advantage as long as I used one of those things against him. So, I naturally assumed that the Fates were sending me East to find something that could help me against Chaos… maybe even something that he had not created.

Nevertheless, these thoughts were just wasting my time for now. I needed to get better – much better – and just waiting around and thinking wouldn't help. So, I decided to start training in the use of my elemental powers.

Since I already had vast experience in controlling an element, I knew where and how to start with the training. First, I decided to start with the most basic element of them all: the air around me. Stopping dead in my tracks, I started to focus on my surroundings.

The first step to achieve total elemental control was to let the element merge with you, and considering that I was trying to feel the air, which was all around me, doing this was relatively easy. Now I could feel each and every particle of the air that was lazily moving around me, even with my eyes closed. In battle, this alone could prove a serious advantage over most creatures since it would reduce my blind spots to zero.

Currently, even with my eyes closed, I could 'see' everything around me. I was able to visualize every single plant, grass, and rock around me, because these appeared as 'holes' or black spots in my sensory vision. Any place with a lack of air appeared dark or black to my sixth sense, while the other areas looked like a brilliant white, moving background. The ground, for example, was an endless black under me that had small patches and dots of light in it.

However, to make good use of this ability, I would have to expand its limits to a much greater range. Currently, I was envisioning around 45 feet in each direction – except the ground… since that was just a black lump – without much trouble. That was a good range for any reasonable battle, but, somehow, I knew that most of my battles from here on out wouldn't be 'reasonable' in the least. Especially not the inevitable battle with Chaos.

I had had first-hand experience in fighting with him and he had managed to utterly destroy my sword fighting skills and techniques. We had fought for just one hour, and those sixty minutes had easily been the most tiring minutes of my life. The battle hadn't lasted that long because we were equal. No, it hadn't been a standstill by any means. It was a landslide victory to Chaos, and the only reason the battle hadn't ended as soon as it started, was because the Creator wanted to 'have fun'.

No matter how hard I had tried, I hadn't even been able to get past his guard. He had constantly been cutting me, whilst also dodging and parrying my blows. Even on the rare occasions where I had managed to get lucky, his sword had simply fazed into existence in front of mine and blocked my strike. That was his reaction speed. No, wait. Speed would be a wrong term. Chaos was a being who was practically beyond the limits of time. And without time, speed was an undefined abstract.

But I wasn't about to let that discourage me, because I had already known the risks when I had taken up arms against the Creator for the first time. The only thing I could do now, was take my revenge. And to do that, I had to get much, much stronger.

The only way to do that… was to practice until I was perfect. So, I returned to the present and focused on expanding the limits of my vision. I focused my concentration on the edges of the virtual map that my mind had made, creating an outward force and causing the map to expand.

Then, suddenly, my field of 'view' expanded to roughly 2 miles in each direction, almost as if a dam that was holding back my senses had been broken. However, while having this much information about your surroundings was good, I was sure that it would slowly drain my power away. And, in a world full of bandits and thugs – a world that was driven by power, losing power had no positive connotations.

Then, as I was thinking of that, I started chuckling. It quickly turned into full-blown laughter. It was rather hilarious – how much I had changed. To think that I was the same Perseus Jackson who once turned down godhood… hehehehe. But then again, my mind had been broken, so ya couldn't blame me!

My laughter came to an abrupt end when I felt a disturbance to my left. Using my sixth sense, I could 'see that there were around 50 'dark' figures moving towards me. And, unlike the rocks and stones around them, these figures were mostly hollow. So, I concluded that these were humans. It was highly likely that a group of bandits had heard my mad laughter and were now closing in on me. The mountains were, after all, known for being infested with those bugs. Then the various other black shapes they had – on their backs, at their hips and in their hands – would be weapons.

The foolish gang had probably hoped to catch a group of rich merchant travelers unaware on the common road. Well, too bad for them. Too bad that I was not a merchant. And too bad that I could sense them coming from a mile away. But if I let the vermin get away, they would eventually end up on my home turf, and I couldn't let that happen. That, along with the fact that this would be a rare opportunity to test my powers in battle, convinced me to have some fun with the thieves.

Third Person POV:

Somewhere in the western lands of Lautrec, a leader of a group of bandits was almost bubbling over with excitement. By the looks of it, they had caught a richly dressed young male unaware on the road! And he had shiny things in his bag too! There were only a few things that could make his day better than it already was.

Just as the last of the bandits took their positions around their target, the man called out, "You know, if you really want to ambush someone, you should choose a target who's only got 5 senses." As predicted, that statement put every single bandit on alert. An uneasy feeling slowly started to build up inside the raiders… they didn't like the malevolent vibe that hung around this guy.

But their leader was as overconfident as always. The man had been in the business for… 20 years now, was it?... And he had heard all sorts of nonsense from his victims. People would literally say ANYTHING to get out of potential trouble, ranging from "listen to the goodness of your heart" to "you will pay in hell if you do this," and he had grown tired of it. Even though this 'sixth sense' thing was new, he knew that the mind of a cornered rat could cook up all sorts of bullshit.

The leader of the bandits just figured that one of his newer recruits would have made some silly error, and the man would have heard some sound that they had produced. After all, Billy had messed up the last three raids by stepping on a twig. Or was that Willy? No, wait, it must have been Joe…. Wow, who would have thought that managing a group of 50 would be so hard.

Removing all those unnecessary thoughts from his mind, the squad's leader stepped out of his hiding spot and put on a cocky smile. Now he would show those amateur idiots how it was really done. "Oi, mate… ye've got good instinct, I'll give ye that. But since ye managed to find us, ye should know that we've got ye surrounded. Give us all that ye've got, and we might even consider letting ye live! How 'bout that…. Sounds like a good deal to me, eh boys?"

The rest of the bandits, who had all stepped out of their positions when they saw their boss' confidence, all started to nod and murmur loudly in agreement. They were all excited… it was, after all, rare to catch someone unaware on this road – The merchants who travelled between the coastal towns and the merchant capitals on the inside had all stopped using this route because it was so painfully steep, and since it was completely infested with thugs.

Perseus, meanwhile, was trying his hardest not to lose his control. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep on a serious face…. He was dying to burst out laughing. Still, he asked in the best monotone he could manage, "Are you sure about that?"

The bandits all instantly started to laugh. This one small guy was threatening 51 armed bandits! It was comedy gold for them. Looking at that reaction, Percy couldn't stop himself from showing a smile. From his perspective, the bandits had just signed a death warrant. 'I'd bet anyone for a million that they won't be laughing after I'm done with them… hehehe'

The smile on his face had now taken a sadistic look, and that unnerved the few people who could see it under his hood. Those who could see that smile could sense that there was something very wrong about this man. He was no usual bloke, and they all realized that, regardless of their experience levels. Just looking at that smile made most of them take an unconscious step back from the surrounded man.

Percy, in the meantime, had regained enough of his composure to be able to speak without busting a gut laughing, and so he decided to challenge the group. "Ok then. If you're all so convinced that I can't win against you, then you should accept this proposition without a problem." Then he turned towards the guy who had stepped up first, "You, I'm assuming you are the boss here?" Upon receiving a curt nod from said person, Percy continued, "I challenge you to a duel. If you win, you get my life and whatever I have, and if I win, I get my freedom to do whatever I want. That's fair, right?"

As the bandits all unanimously lost it again – except for the few of them who had seen the smile, the leader was intrigued. He had heard a lot of things in his life as a bandit, but this was the first time he had heard someone directly challenge a bandit leader. Looking at this man, the guy realized that his foe was a true-blooded warrior… and warriors often proved to be a good fight. But of course, the leader had a few tricks up his sleeve, tricks that he was sure his opponent could never predict, and so, he accepted the deal.

With that said, all the bandits shut up as abruptly as they had started laughing. They couldn't understand why their boss would possibly agree to this stranger's conditions. Due to their lack of experience in one-on-one fights, they couldn't see what their leader had seen in this man. All they saw was a commoner, which was the worst possible analogy one could give for Perseus.

Then, the leader entered the ring that the bandits had created, and the bandits all took a step back, with bated breath. They couldn't wait to see the boss crush this fool, because that would mean that they would be able to get their hands on the shiny things in the male's bag!

The two opponents took a stance around 30 feet from each other, and then began circling their opponent. Looking at the bandit, Percy could see around 12 faults in the guy's stance. There was also something very wrong with the spear* that the guy was holding… Perseus could feel some sort of a dangerous vibe emitting from it.

As Percy scrutinized his opponent, the bandit leader was also looking for openings in Percy's stance. But that's where the problem was… his opponent hadn't even pulled his sword out from his scabbard, so conducting an analysis was just wasting his time. The only other thing that the bandit could do at this moment was charge his opponent.

So, that is exactly what he did. Now, he was no fool, and he realized that charging in blindly could be the worst possible mistake ever, but he wanted to finish this match off quickly. Perseus waited until the bandit was 10 feet away from him before pulling his sword out. Then, the clash of weapons began. The difference in their skill levels was evident to both the fighters from the start, but the bandit leader had a special trick that could even out this match.

The first thrust that the bandit leader made with his spear was easily deflected to the side by Perseus, and the bandit's built-up momentum sent him zooming off to Percy's right. By turning his sword, Percy was able to inflict a deep gash on his opponent's right bicep.

The leader, however, was still calm. He had full faith in his weapon's special ability. If things went too far south, he would just use that to get out of this situation. Plus, this could turn out to be a good fight – and he hadn't had a worthy opponent for ages. So, he turned around and held his spear in a defensive pose, waiting to see how his opponent would react. Percy took that move as his cue to begin the assault.

He lashed out with deadly force and performed a vertical strike above his opponent's left shoulder. The bandit moved his spear, making it parallel to the ground, and caught the sword's edge with the body of his spear. However, because of Percy's overwhelming strength, and because he hadn't been able to move fast enough, he now had another deep gash – this time on his shoulder.

The bandit was now in immense pain, and he was finding it extremely hard to control himself. Apparently, he had been wrong about this from the start. It was now obvious to him that this guy wasn't just a normal warrior. He was stronger than an ox, and swifter than an arrow. He was a literal beast at fighting… he had almost completely incapacitated the bandit within a minute and a half. A few more cuts like that from this guy, and the bandit wouldn't be able to move at all. Still, he had to time his move right because he would only get one shot at this. If he missed with the special attack the first time, then his opponent would know how to avoid it later.

Percy then punched the bandit in the face, forcing him to take a few steps backwards. But the punch had also released the bandit's spear, and as soon as it was released, the bandit swung it wildly in a diagonal arc. The spear's tip would've sliced open a wound from Percy's right shoulder to the top of his left thigh, had he not jumped back to avoid it.

However, the leader had been in excruciating pain and agony as he performed the move, causing him to use excessive force. The momentum created by the swing made the bandit loose his footing and forced him to turn a bit to his right. That left the entire left side of his body open for Percy to attack. Grasping the opportunity, Percy nimbly leapt past the bandit from his left side while holding his sword arm out, parallel to the terrain.

And the bandit screamed in pain as his left forearm landed on the ground. All traces of control now gone, the bandit turned around to face his assaulter, with a murderous intent in his eyes. He had messed up the timing entirely… He'd been too reckless, and he had lost his left arm – from the elbow down – for it. Now, he was crippled, and the only way to come out alive was to burn his opponent to hell. Fueled with anger, he charged, holding out his pole-arm like a lance in his last remaining hand.

On the other side, Percy could see that there was something very different about this charge. The bandit had changed his grip on the spear, and was now pointing it directly at Percy's heart. That, and the bandit had a crazed look in his eyes made Percy concerned. It was almost as if the bandit was sure that he wouldn't miss…

Looking at that spear gave Percy a strange feeling, and so he made a split-second decision and jumped to the side instead of parrying the blow like he had done the last time. And it turned out to be a literal lifesaver. Just split seconds after Percy leapt off to the side, a column of fire emerged from the tip of his opponent's spear and scorched the land where he'd been standing.

Percy could feel the heat emanating from the spot, and it felt almost as if he was sitting inside an oven. On the other hand, even though he could clearly feel the heat from that explosion of fire, he hadn't got burnt even in the slightest. Not even the hair on his arms had got singed… Weird… But he didn't have time to think about that now.

He got up from where he was sitting and held up his sword in front of him… only to find that he didn't have a sword anymore. The sword had come directly in the way of the fire as Percy leapt off the left and the exceedingly hot fire had straight out melted most of the blade into nothing. Now Percy only had the leather grip and around half a foot of the blade in his hands.

The bandit then turned to him with a very frustrated look and charged again, screaming "Why won't you just DIE!" But Percy was prepared for the fire blast this time. He jumped to his right, and entirely avoided the flames. He turned to look back at the bandit, and saw that he was clearly having problems controlling the spear with one hand while it was gushing out the torrent of flames. Percy saw this as his best chance, and he was not about to let that go.

Watching the flames carefully, he rushed towards the bandit's left side – the side without a hand. Holding his sword in an ice pick grip, he charged the incapacitated bandit in front of him. He then thrust the red-hot remains of his weapon into his adversary's heart, using the once-sword as if it were a knife.

Percy POV:

As the bandit fell to his knees with the last pieces of my sword buried in his chest, his spear stopped gushing fire. I turned to look at his face, and my mouth slid into a disapproving frown as I looked at the cheater beneath me. Then, I came to a positive conclusion, and my lips twitched upwards once more. Looking down at the bandit with a smirk on my face, I said two words, "I win."

Then I stood up and turned around, but just when I was about leave, the bandit coughed out something. I turned to look at the dying man once again, and asked him, "Did you say something?" The bandit produced a wheezing sound – probably a laugh – and repeated, "B-but I didn't l-lose either." I was about to ask him what he was talking about, when my eyes dropped to the spear he was holding. And it was pointed right at me.

A wide grin spread across his face, and all I could do was watch as the spear's tip turned red. Then, everything was engulfed in flames.***

AN: *Oh my god… you guys have no idea how much I wanted to introduce the falcon sword in this chapter…. But that will have to come later with Teresa…

You have GOT to admit though…. That sword is the coolest weapon that Norihiro Yagi put in the Claymore-verse... It's actually sad that Teresa didn't take it from that bandit after she killed him... like all her problems would've been solved if she just picked that up…

**I've decided to follow the timeline that has both Chronus and Kronos in it… and the version I'm using goes something like this:

Chaos is the first primordial. When he created the universe, Ananke and Chronus just came into existence… outta nowhere. Chaos then created Tartarus, Nyx, Erebus and Gaia. Then Gaia asked Chaos to make the sky, and Chaos created Ouranos and then went to sleep. Then everything else happened and eventually Kronos was born as a son to Gaia. So, Kronos = Titan king with a little power over time, and Chronus = embodiment of Time.

**And before anyone asks…. no… I did not just kill him again…

Also, ppl, there were a LOT of you who asked about why Percy was chosen… I mean… everyone is dead, aren't they? Most of the Seven were dead by the time the Fates passed on their power… so they couldn't really inherit the power… and he couldn't keep the power as an immortal because…. ANCIENT LAWS… he won't become an immortal till he is actually strong enough to BE fate… then he'd be above the Ancient Laws…

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