One year later

Hera looked out of the cave into the sunrise beyond and sighed. The gods had long given up hope that Zeus had succeeded in his mission, but despite numerous requests, did not dare try to follow him and possibly suffer his fate.

The gods, naming themselves the Olympians, were doing worse and worse now that one of them had left. Often they had to flee battles, and most were getting a fantastic collection of scars.

"I'm back!" called an extremely familiar voice. Hera turned to see a bruised but smiling Zeus trudging up the side of the mountain, accompanied by- you guessed it- two hundred-handed giants and a gaggle of Cyclopes.

"Zeus!" Hera squealed, racing to him and hugging him tightly. Hestia, who had just woken up, stuck her head out of the cave and screamed with joy, waking everyone else up.

"Everybody, Zeus is here with the hundred-handed giants and the Cyclopes!"

The Olympians gathered around Zeus and his new comrades (except Poseidon, who stood slightly to the side looking disgruntled) and Zeus explained everything- how he fought various monsters, how he narrowly escaped dangerous traps, how he finally found Tartarus, and nearly burned to death in the flames, and how he opened the prison the group of Titans had been imprisoned in…

"Yeah, we got to thank Blondie here," said one of the giants.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Sorry, Blondie."

"So we made some presents to thank you," said a Cyclops. He held out three objects wrapped in cloths. "They're weapons for the dudes, you see, so we can fight Cronus and his cronies. He's a bad guy!"

"What about us???" screamed the goddesses.

"Sorry ladies," said a second Cyclops, "We can only make so many awesome weapons in two thousand years!"

The first Cyclops handed Zeus a thin package about two feet long. The giants hummed the Jeopardy theme song as Zeus opened the package. Inside was what looked to be a metal rod. Zeus held it in his hands, and it suddenly started to buzz with electricity.

"A lightning bolt!" Rhea said, beaming at her youngest son, who threw the bolt at a nearby target. The bolt hit the target perfectly, and with a dramatic burst of electricity, the target exploded.

"You with the blue hair!" bellowed one of the giants. Poseidon looked up startled. "Your brother told us about your water powers, so we give you this!" The Cyclops handed the god a package that was about twice as long as Zeus's. Poseidon opened it, again to the tune of the Jeopardy theme song, and unveiled-

"A three-pronged giant fork?" Poseidon asked, confused.

"No, it's a trident, for channeling your powers through it, you see."

Poseidon pointed the trident at another target and blasted a neat hole in it. "Sweet!"

"And the last package is for you!" said the Cyclops, handing a rather square package to Hades. He opened it, and the package revealed a beautifully crafted helm.

"It's pretty, but how can I use it, it's rather fragile…" Hades said, turning it around in his hands.

"Just put it on!" the Cyclopes chorused.

Hades put it on and suddenly disappeared. "Where did he go?" Everyone cried, looking around the room. Zeus suddenly started shaking his head frantically. The Olympians stared at him until they finally figured out Hades, still invisible, was slapping him.

The supposed conclusion of the War on the Titans was about to turn around.

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Author's Note: Hey, thanks to everyone who sent a review! (I guess threats do work... heh heh)

This story only has a chapter to go (sorry!) D: But R&R anyways, please!