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Gifts - chapter 35

Despite Theron's protests that the army need to rest, Kronos roused the troops. Theron quickly searched for six children he knew were in the army. He stalked through the Half-Blood section and made for the biggest tent. As soon so he entered, fire harmlessly hit him in the face and something bowled him over. Above him was a monster he had created, a wolf with spikes down its back and tail. It was completely black and could smell fear. It was called a DireWolf, in the army they were known as 'Wolves From Hell'. They rarely fought, but when they did they were incredible fighters. This Wolf has gold eyes, very similar to his. He smiled and shoved the Wolf off him. Four children were standing in the tent watching him warily. Each of them had a DireWolf at their feet and was wielding weapons. Theron grinned as he took off his helmet and their expressions changed to some of joy and surprise.

"Dad," they cried and jumped on him, dogpiling on the Titan. Theron laughed as the wolves joined in, making the children screech at the extra weight.

"Hey, kids," Theron smiled. "Could you get off me? I'm getting squashed." The children quickly obeyed and scrambled back. "Where's Scott?"

Theron watched with a proud expression as the DireWolf that had previously bowled him over changed into his youngest son. "I see you've been practicing."

"Gramps helped us," Xavier replied. Xavier was the oldest of his children - he was a twin with Peter, but born a few minutes earlier.

Theron looked around the tent, noticing that one of his children was missing. "Where is Peter?"

His children shuffled their feet and their expressions changed to identical ones of sadness. "He died." Derek said quietly.

Theron felt like he had be hit in the chest by Atlas with a sledgehammer and sat on the edge of a bed. "How?"

"I'm sorry, dad." Jazz said stepping forward. "He was killed by one of the centaurs whilst trying to protect us."

"Do he fall with honour?" Theron asked curiously. Amongst the Titans it was an important tradition to die with honour. Theron knew it was harsh, but it stemmed from Ouranos' death. If you died as a coward, running from a battle and shot in the back with an arrow, then you died without honour and chances were that depending on the parent you wouldn't be burned – which was an honour to the Titans – but left on the battlefield for the animals to scavenge off. The Titans were all about honour, and that was probably the first thing you should know about them. If you insulted their honour, you usually died. Theron was lenient with his honour, which was why he gave Clarisse three chances. Kronos was the strictest since he actually killed Ouranos and Theron was strict about dying with honour, but he usually gave people chances to apologise before he blasted them into oblivion.

"Yes," Amber said. "He died protecting Scott. Took down a dozen centaurs with his last breath and it took six arrows to stop him from fighting." She finished proudly. All six of them were trying to hold back tears - Peter had been the one that gave them all strength. He was the one they all leant on in hard times. And he was Theron's first mortal demititan.

"What was the centaur that killed him like?" Theron asked as he tried to stop himself from taking to his true form.

"White horse's ass and he wielded a bow and avoided using his swords." Scott said.

"He wore awesome leather armour," Derek supplied.

"Was it as awesome as this?" Theron asked as he summoned the leather armour he had worn when he posed as the half-immortal 'Seth'.

"No," Derek replied immediately. "That is cool armour!" He yelled in glee as he ran to inspect it.

"You can have it, son." Theron said. "I don't need it anymore." He then glanced at the Drakon helmet and looked at his helmet. It glowed and also turned into a Drakon helmet.

"Whoa," Derek said. "Really?" Theron gestured yes and Derek put on the helmet with a look of glee on his face. Theron was thinking about the centaur and there was only one that fit the description. Now he was even more determined to slaughter his half-brother.

"Dad, unfair! I want something too!" Scott whined, Theron smiled and thought for a moment before giving him his custom-made gauntlets. He gave Jazz the hellhound tooth that turned into a dagger, Xavier received Seth's belt of throwing knives and Amber was given a necklace that Theron made then that held an unlimited amount of earth in.

Theron was proud of his children. He didn't want them to become power hungry so let them choose an aspect of his powers that they wanted to be able to control better. Xavier chose fire, it was he that blasted Theron when he entered the tent. Jazz chose hunting, that's why Theron gave her the dagger as she didn't have a short-ranged weapon yet that she could use. Amber chose the earth so Theron gave her the necklace that gave her unlimited amounts of it. Dereck chose the sky, powers over lightning and wind. Then there was Scott, the only one willing to receive Theron's most powerful domain – Monsters. Peter had control over water and was the one that always managed to get them out of trouble when it came to their Grandfather, Kronos. They would often run around Othrys when they were young and knock things off the walls. Once they even played a prank on Kronos, hiding his Scythe in Oceanus' palace under the sea. The two brothers had been at each other's throats ever since.

"You have to listen to me," Theron ordered. "Do not join in this fight, please. When my father goes to fight you must leave. Go to the DireWolf Pack, you'll be safe there. Do you understand me?"

"But, dad! I want to fight, I can fight!" Xavier exclaimed.

"I know you can, but you must listen to me. Swear. Swear it on the Styx that you won't participate for the rest of this war."

"Fine," Xavier conceded. "I swear on the River Styx that I won't participate for the rest of this war." His siblings soon swore too and Theron sighed in relief.

"Thank you; you don't know how much this means to me."

"Just don't be sent to the Reforming Grounds, dad," Scott said seriously.

"I'll try not to," Theron smiled. "The first few times were enough." His children nodded and marched out of the tent to leave Theron alone with his thoughts. They knew when he needed time alone.

He smiled slightly and cursed. "Styx!" He didn't know what to do. He had made his demititan children half-immortal in the hope that he would see then again when he recovered his memories. Now he came back to find out that his eldest son had died a day before. Theron sat there for what seemed like an hour as the army was readied to fight, thinking over what he could have done differently.

A hand carefully touched his shoulder and he turned his head slightly to see a familiar goddess standing beside him. "After all this time you still know how to get my attention," she said obviously amused. "How long has it been since we last met, Titan?"

"Over seventy years if you mean as an immortal, we met several times whilst I was posing as Seth, if I remember correctly - you enjoyed sending me to the wrong places or generally annoying me."

"You were weaker and a half-immortal. It was too sweet of a chance to resist." The goddess replied. "It has been years since I have felt the need to venture from the banks of my domain, and by you none the less."

"Is that supposed to make me feel special?" Theron smiled.

"What do you need?" The goddess asked curiously.

"What makes you think I need something?"

"You always need something - whether it is a favour, or object." Theron thought he detected a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I actually do want something," he said a smile playing at his lips.

"What is it then, something to help you defeat the gods? If I remember correctly last time you asked that your father grounded you for a decade."

"I wasn't my fault you directed me to his Scythe!" Theron exclaimed. "You could have told me what I actually was looking for!"

"Ah, but that would take away my entertainment. Do you need a better weapon again?"

"Shut up! That one was completely your fault!" Theron said. "Hyperion made me train with him for a century for trying to take his sword. I was his personal punching bag because of you. Kronos even encouraged him!"

"That was because as soon as he allowed you to go out of Othrys you tried to steal Hyperion's sword. He thought it would do you some good to have some discipline. I see that it worked."

"My uncle still hates me now." Theron complained.

"What did you want me for then, Titan?"

"I wanted to talk," Theron said softly. "I just found out my oldest son is dead. I need something to distract me, and guessed that you would be able to annoy me like always. I wasn't disappointed."

"You still have never forgotten, have you?"

"I found out today!"

"I'm not talking about Peter." She said quietly. "I'm talking about Pallas."

Theron froze. "How could I forget? It happened in front of me. The gods slaughtered the remaining Titans. I could do nothing but watch from the shadows as they struck down my family without mercy. Pallas was flayed to death by Athena," he spat. "Atlas thrown under the sky, Iapetus' throat was slit by Hades, and I watched it all. I was sent to Tartarus because Zeus didn't trust me – despite the fact that it was I that killed Kronos and sent him to The Pit – and sent me to Tartarus. I waited for Pallas to reform and join me, but when he didn't after a millennia I knew that Athena had made him fade."

"You swore a binding oath," the goddess continued, "You swore that you would do all in your power to prevent anyone you counted as friend or family from dying before their time if they were mortal, or fading if they were immortal."

"Peter died because-"

"It was his time, Theron. He had lived for nearly five centuries. You could not have prevented his death, you know more than anyone that The Fates are harsh. You did not fail him."

"I feel like Atlas hit me with a sledgehammer." Theron chuckled emotionlessly.

"I know what it feels like, Titan. We have both lost someone close to us. I lost Pallas and can still remember him. You lost Peter and will remember him."

"How did you cope?" Theron asked helplessly.

"You have to find yourself a distraction."

"What was your distraction?"

"My distraction is you. You've kept me company all these long years – it's time I returned the favour." The goddess finished and Theron looked up to see sad black eyes looking at him. He nodded and stood up.

"Thank you," he said with a lot more confidence. "Let us hope my father doesn't hear of this conversation. He tried to ban me from seeing you anymore." Theron marched out of the tent to join the last battle in this war.

Who is the goddess 'featured' in this chapter?

Seth's (or should i just call him Theron)relationship poll:

Styx wins!

I have about 5 chapters left

Should i go straight into HOO or do a story (prequel) about Theron being born up to the end of the Titanomachy? I need to know by the end of this story so i can start writing immediately.

I have started my Percy Jackson Teen Wolf xover so if you could just take a look at it if you are interested in that.