A/N: First of all, it has been so long since I last updated that I forgot most of this fanfic and had to read it again to continue it. Second of all, I noticed there was a problem with the chapter A Talk With Erebos I where the last few lines were cluttered together without line breaks, something that I've fixed right now.

Now that the rest of the Heroes of Olympus series is out and finished, some things in the old chapters don't fit, like how Octavian was killed, but it is way too late to fix it now, so I'm just going to leave it like that.

Also, right now I should probably answer your questions. Bring the money, it might seem weird that an OC is the god of fate, but that's just how it is in this fanfic. I couldn't see Percy in the role of the god of fate, so I didn't. Sorry if you had a problem with it.

ChaosDude and OrderMan, thanks for all those reviews, and though this is a bit late, I fixed chapter nine so it is easier to read as already mentioned before.

Crius took a seat on a rock next to the hermit.

"Let me talk a little about myself," the Blind Sage said. "About seven hundred years ago, I was born a child of Janus to an unassuming woman, and was raised in Camp Jupiter for several years. I was nothing special and was raised in the shadow of more important people. And yet, I saw something… the sufferings of all those around me. The more I thought about it, the more it just twisted my mind. I thought that with all this sorrow around, surely someone was getting ahead? But those things were never answered. Eventually, I had something of a family, but there was a great war between the Greeks and Romans at the time, and they were killed. It was then that I was blinded. And despite that, I could still see. I could see the light."

Crius thought that the last line was rather creepy, but still went ahead and asked, "What light?"

"The light of Creation itself," he answered. "I could see it in the worms in the soil, in the people around me, and in the birds in the trees. I saw something of a trail in my mind, and I followed it all the way to this place. It was here that I sat, and meditated, for over two hundred years."

"Um, shouldn't you be dead by now?" Crius said, stating the obvious.

The man shrugged. "Perhaps. But this place is special, and I paid no heed to it. As I said, I meditated for over two hundred years before I was able to see other things, things beyond this place. Things related to the very beginning of time itself.

"Now, it is here that I can start telling you about something. I should probably start with your sword. Notice how it branches at points, those symbolize the various twists and turns and choices in life. Also note that it has only one end, for despite what choices are offered, there is only one end."

Crius looked at the guy confused before remembering he couldn't see. It seemed to be enough though.

"What I mean to say is that we can all make choices, but in the end, we all die, the only conclusion," the Blind Sage said.

"That's nice," Crius said sarcastically. "So how did it go ahead and defeat Demeter? And how come it has been pretty much useless from there on?"

"It was never meant to be a weapon," the Blind Sage said. "Not in the traditional sense of a sword. Not to mention the fact that it is strongest in the forest."

"You mean the one near my house?" Crius asked.

"The same. You might not know this, but that was actually his dwelling place long ago, at the Beginning of Everything and has moved along with the Heart of the West. No doubt you've always felt a close attachment to it," the Blind Sage said.

"Right. But who is his?" Crius asked.

"The God of Fate," the Blind Sage answered. "Though to be perfectly honest he was never called that, and never really controlled it. All I know is that long ago, he had a loom, which now lie with the Fates. He saw the destiny and paths of everyone traced out as threads on the loom, but noticed that there was a problem with the loom. Whenever someone ended tragically, the sorrow and sadness would condense and spread to the other parts of the loom. To prevent this, he needed something- or someone, to get rid of that, essentially he needed a trash bin. So, instead he created three creatures, which survived on the waste from the loom. However, unknown to him was that those three creatures started getting greedy. They started wanting more and more. Eventually, though I'm not sure exactly how, they convinced Gaia that they could help her overthrow Ouranos. Once he was slain, they took control of the loom using the sorrow and misery from the Immortal's death, and murdered their creator."

Crius shuddered. "That's horrible."

The Blind Sage nodded. "I thought so too. But what can one do about it? As long as they control their loom, they control everyone, directly or indirectly."

"It can't possibly be that easy," Crius said.

"Why not? What, tell me, is free will in the end?" the Blind Sage said. "This is something that I realized a long time ago, under meditation, but we are not nearly as free as we think we are. As a matter of fact, even your, what do you call them? Ah yes, psychologists have discovered the same thing in the recent years."

"But people do have free will," Crius protested, as if this was something obvious.

"And yet, how free is it?" the Blind Sage asked. "Theoretically, Crius, there are a number of things that you- or anyone for that matter, could do. You could join the army. You could join the navy. You could leave home, go to college, leave college, join another job, move to the mountains, but tell me, just how likely is that? I can tell you this over my hundreds of years of observation that almost all of the time, I can tell what a person can do when given a choice. It isn't perfect, but based on knowledge of how someone is, the choice is often no choice at all. Take a recent hero by the name of Perseus Jackson. He had many so-called 'choices' given to him throughout his prophecies, but knowing his loyalty to his friends and to the Olympians, how many of them were real choices?"

"So," Crius said, "you're saying that the Fates give the illusion of that they're giving a choice to people, but in reality there's no choice at all, because they already know what's going to happen?"

"Exactly," the Blind Sage answered. "And that needs to change, and the one who will change that is you. During his dying breath, when he realized what the Fates were going to do, their creator decided to make a prophecy of his own, that one day he'd come again to overthrow them."

"So… where is he then?" Crius asked.

"Gods boy, you really are dense," the Blind Sage answered. "Who's the one who has the sword? Who's the one that they're chasing? Who's the one attached to his old home? That's you."

Crius had trouble believing it. It did explain everything… to some extent.

"Then how am I supposed to defeat them?" he asked.

"You're asking a question that no one can answer," the Blind Sage replied. "After all, we're all under the Fates' control. Then how could we know how to destroy them? The only one who they can't influence by dictating prophecies and the such is you, boy. All I can tell you is what you need to do. You need to get rid of the loom, such a thing should never have existed, and you need to cancel all prophecies."

He then sighed. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been of more help."

"Can you tell me how to use the sword?" Crius asked. The Blind Sage shook his head.

"It takes time."

"I can wait."

"According to my calculations, it would take you about a century to unlock a total of four percent of the sword's power, and- I don't really need to tell you this, you'd be dead by then," the Blind Sage said.

Crius felt frustrated. It was like being in the most impossible video game ever.

"Can I hear the First Prophecy or whatever it is supposed to be called?" Crius asked.

"That could help you… though no one does know all of it except for the Fates themselves, and you can't exactly sidle up to them and ask for it politely over tea and crumpets, can you?" He paused. "I'm afraid that's all I can give you." But then he paused. "Well… unless you're crazy enough to try that idea."

Crius sighed. He knew the Blind Sage was playing him, but he couldn't help but say, "I guess by this point you could say that I am that crazy."

"Well, then there's always Thoon," the Blind Sage said. "He was a Giant, born to destroy the Fates. I believe that somewhere along the line, Gaia realized that the Fates had tricked her somehow, and she had begun thinking of a way to get rid of them. It was honestly foolish of her, once the Fates had taken the loom, she herself was a subject to them, so there was really nothing she- or Thoon for that matter, could have done really but get himself killed. Yet, I don't think Gaia was careless enough to send him on some sort of suicide mission. He might know something."

Crius sighed again. "You're telling me that once again, I have to go run around to see someone who just might answer my questions, or, who will more likely, direct me to yet someone else?"

The Blind Sage shrugged. "You do realize that you're trying to topple an order that has existed for billions of years, do you not? Did you expect to accomplish it overnight?"

"Wait, I still don't get something though," Crius said. "You're telling me that Gaia… was the good guy, erm, gal, in this case? I was at Camp Jupiter and I noticed what she did, and she didn't sound like the one we should've been rooting for."

The Blind Sage laughed. "You can't see the forest for the trees, can you boy? Neither can the Olympian Gods, though I suppose Hades was able to see some of it, but even he didn't see the whole picture, did he? Gaia was one of the few people capable of really throwing a wrench in the Fates' plans, which was why that they wrote The Prophecy of Seven and caused the war with the Giants in the first place, because they knew that they could get rid of her that way."

That realization hit Crius like a bucket of ice-cold water. "Why haven't the Olympians done anything about this?"

"They simply can't see," the Blind Sage said. "They do not know a time before the Fates, and so do nothing. Also, to a point, they also gain power from prophecies, for example, Apollo, and enjoy being able to see the future to some extent. It's not like they know that there is a way to overthrow the Fates. Now, you should probably be going, your shipmates will be wondering where you were now."

"But one last thing- where can I find Thoon?" Crius asked.

"Where do slain monsters go?" the Blind Sage asked.

Crius knew the answer, and let out a deep sigh this time. Why couldn't things ever be easy?

A/N: I'll be honest here, I never knew that there was a giant named Thoon to overthrow the fates, but now that he was mentioned in the final book, I thought to include him in the plot. Even Rick Riordan doesn't mention much about the Fates, except that they existed even before the Olympians. Fine by me.

Thanks for reading up till now guys, and I know it couldn't have been easy with such a long wait. Also, I had almost given up on this thing, thinking no one really liked it, till I saw ChaosDude and OrderMan's reviews and such. Then, I read it again and tried it again. So, I'm not going to really grub for reviews, but it does feel good to see them, if you liked it, and if you didn't like it, I would like to hear what you didn't like.

Also, I know that a Percy Jackson Fanfic not starring Percy as the main character is a little strange, but I guess this is just how that is.