Chapter 1

PART ONE

One year later

If there was anything that he hated more than everything else then that was waiting for someone.

He had already waited a long time to take revenge against his children, just waiting for the right time and the right opportunity to strike against them. Now that his plans did not get to its fruition, he was more impatient than ever.

It had taken him almost an entire year to reform his consciousness and apparently a lot had happened in a year. He had no choice but to act fast and seize this opportunity before it was too late. This time he would succeed, he was certain. The gods had lost their most important piece. They were foolish to not realize its true strength and potential.

But before he set out to do the one thing that he had wanted to do for the past week, he was waiting for someone. He had to confirm his suspicions.

"My lord"

Kronos turned around.

"Good. You are here. Well... Is it true?"

"Yes my lord. I have come to confirm that all of what you had told me is true. The person you are looking for is locked up in Tartarus. But my lord, I do not know where."

Kronos knew the time had come. Now was the time to act. "You may leave now-" he said "I have work to do."

"Yes my lord"

Kronos watched in satisfaction as his servant retreated. He knew he had chosen well.

As the dark shape of his servant slipped into the shadows, Kronos fastened his armor and slid his scythe over his back. He turned around to look at himself in the mirror. The person looking back at him was a boy in his late teens, maybe 17. Dark hair slid back to his shoulders. He was tall, maybe 6 feet and muscular enough to look quite intimidating.

The demigod that he had chosen to take over had gladly given up his body to him. But Kronos knew that this was not permanent. The body was already rejecting him. It was only a matter of time before he had to find a new vessel. One powerful enough to sustain his life force.

He knew just the right Demigod for that.

Once he was ready, Kronos turned to leave.

This was going to be fun.

He had not set out to complete a task in so long. He stretched his fingers and muscles and once he was ready, he walked into the shadows and disappeared in them.

PART TWO

The prison guard could sense that there was something wrong tonight. This would have made no sense to his partner, who would have laughed at him had he voiced out his opinions loudly - because nothing was ever right in Tartarus.

But despite the usual feeling of dread that one would expect to feel when standing near the darkest most dangerous place in the world, there was something about today that felt especially cold and dangerous to him-even more so than usual.

Granted, in all fairness, they weren't exactly in Tartarus. Not exactly in the dangerous place where monsters returned after being killed, that one would imagine. They were right near the entrance where a few of the more dangerous prisoners were being held but that was enough to make any "decent person" feel dread.

Yes, a few dangerous prisoners, one….. more so than anybody else.

This prisoner's cell was special of sorts.

It only had a single door, which unfortunately not lead to the outside world but right to Tartarus. He could freely walk out of this door and into Tartarus if he wished but of course there was no way that he could walk out of this door and come into the mortal world.

Though it was a rumor, many prison guards such as himself believed that Hades himself had designed the cell with a door that not only led the prisoner to Tartarus but which could be used by monsters to come and find him.

And find him they did.

In the first few weeks that he was locked up, monsters came in through the door all the time looking for some demigod flesh. However, those poor unfortunate souls did not know just exactly what this demigod was capable of.

Needless to say they returned back to Tartarus not through the door that they came in, but the more painful way. They caught on pretty soon though, not to come looking for the demigod.

Now, most normal demigods would be happy with this right?

But no, not this one. If the monsters did not come looking for him, he would leave through the door looking for them.

He would leave early as soon as he woke up and would only return at what may be thought of as night in this place without days or nights. This was pretty much when the prison guards decided to stay away from this insane prisoner.

He was too dangerous they presumed.

A monster that would fit right in with all the others in Tartarus.

"Hey do think perhaps, that there is a strange atmosphere tonight? I feel quite queasy." said his partner.

The prison guard felt even worse now. If his partner who was usually so dense could sense that something was wrong, then they were definitely in some deep trouble.

The prison guard was just about to reply when he saw something move in the shadows.

He pulled put his sword and called out to the shadows - "Come out whoever you are, I can see that you are there."

The guards were in a room surrounded by walls on all sides. Each wall led to pathways that would split into different directions each leading to a prison cell.

Only the guards on duty could simply walk through the walls, if they wished to see any of prisoners and only the guards on duty that particular night knew the exact path to take to reach the underworld.

They usually sat in darkness as naturally they were more comfortable that way.

They recognized the presence of the intruder the moment he appeared.

The intruder did not seem to be bothered by the fact that he had been spotted. In fact, the way he casually walked towards them told the guards that not only did the intruder know that he would be spotted, it seemed to the guards that that was exactly what the intruder seemed to desire.

Though the guards did not recognize his face, his golden eyes betrayed his identity.

"Well gentlemen it is a pleasure to meet you. I hardly think introductions are necessary." Said the titan lord as he pulled a scythe off his back.

"There is a certain prisoner that I am looking for and it would be of great help to me gentlemen if anyone of you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction" he said with a voice that reminded the guards of the scrapping of knifes on a rock.

As he approached the guards, they felt the temperature drop in pace with the footsteps of the titan lord. Their bodies were responding slowly as if the very presence of the titan lord seemed to slow down time in his vicinity.

The titan lord stopped in front of the prison guards.

They were unable to move, though they did not know if that was due to Kronos or due to fear (personally Kronos did not seem to think that the two were different anyway).

The titan lord then spoke with such malice that it crumbled any remote resolve that the two prison guards could possibly have had.

He did not say anything immediately.

He patiently looked at both the guards, analyzing them, sizing them up and then he finally said with a "crooked" grin

"I will have the answer to my queries and I am ready to do so….. by any means necessary."

PART THREE

Prisoner number 7.

That name had been his identity ever since his arrival to this place, and now, it seemed to him that this identity had become more than just that. It was a part of him now and the prisoner knew better than anybody else that though identities fade over time, you have to live with how it changes you for the rest of your life.

He sat cross legged on the floor meditating.

He could sense the presence of the titan lord and knew that he was near.

A presence which brought with him all the memories of the past that he always tried to suppress to the best of his ability.

"Percy Jackson" said the titan lord, announcing his arrival.

The prisoner's face twitched with irritation for a second.

"That was a name that was mine long back Kronos. But we both know that I have not been called that name for a year and probably will never be called that ever again."

Kronos smiled at him and said "yes I heard. But you are talking under the assumption that you will never leave this prison ever again as per the terms of your confinement, however... I believe that today is the day that you regain that identity and join my side."

The titan lord would be lying if he had said that the prisoner's reaction to these words did not bother him.

But patiently wait he did while the prisoner continued to laugh in his high coarse voice.

"Is that the reason why you have come here? Oh here I was hoping that you had come to finish me off once and for all to mark the return of the titan lord."

"You are on a fool's errand if you think that I would ever join your side Kronos. Granted I have no love for the gods as I did in the past but I have no reason to go against them. In fact I have no reason to do anything other than rot in this prison for the rest of my life. I thought this would be fairly obvious to you, or are you unaware of what transpired this year?"

"Percy -" said Kronos with a smile, "can you honestly say that you do not hold any hatred towards those beings who betrayed you? If that is your decision, of course I'll respect it but I have another offer for you Percy, would you be kind enough to hear me out?"

"There is nothing that YOU can offer me Kronos that will convince me to do your bidding, but looking at your confidence I'm curious as to what you have to say" said Percy

Kronos sighed, he had wasted enough time already. It was time to be serious. "Percy, I can give you the one thing that you want the most. I can show you the path to finding the people responsible for the death of Annabeth Chase."

Hearing this, Percy Jackson froze visibly. He did not say or do anything for the next five minutes.

Kronos waited patiently since he knew better than to disturb him. He carefully took note of the expressions that flitted across Percy's face. What he observed seemed to please him. He knew that Percy was now as good as his.

"What do you want in return?" asked Percy for he knew who Kronos was.

Kronos turned around to leave. He looked back and said "what I want Percy is a new host. The one I'm possessing right now is only temporary. He will not last long and when the time comes I expect you to hand over your body to me to possess. A demigod of your caliber can sustain me for quite some time before I gain my true appearance. I'm sure you already know by now, by the amount of time that you spend in Tartarus that Gaea is rising. I need YOU to lead my army as my general against Gaea and her forces and hand over yourself to me to possess when the time comes."

He then turned and walked away through the walls.

The fates who had seen the entire conversation knew that this marked the beginning of a new era. They knew that by the time that this war would end the world would have changed forever. For better or for worse... this, they could not predict by themselves. All they could say for certain was that the future of the world was once again in the hands of the son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson.

AN:

Hey reader. I hope that you are enjoying this story. As always i am looking forward to reviews so that i can be aware of how you feel about my story and also understand how to improve. I wrote this chapter in parts as i thought that would be a better idea than line breakers. If you have any queries or sugesstions then please tell me. I am always eager to know about such things. Thank you for taking the time to read this story. I hope you contiue to do so.