Disclaimer: The characters from Naruto and Percy Jackson and the Olympians belong to their respective owners. The story is not "mine" I just "improved" it and continued the story line.
Summary:The time of golden age there was a light That shined. bat that happens when that light is gone. Everything that you had begins to crumble's down and that's what happened to Kronos and Rhea the king and the queen of the titans. Wen they lost their first born.
Chapter 1: The Awakening
Click Clack. Click Clack. The Newton's cradle produced a satisfying noise every time the divine silver balls struck each other. A woman with long platinum hair stared intently at the toy as she leaned back in her black leather office chair. Her gaze shifted downward to her mahogany desk, where an open book lay. This was no ordinary book—it was thick, black, and bore the symbol of a spindle burned onto its front cover. Its pages, yellowed and dusty, were filled with elaborate cursive writing in a language that the world had never seen before. It was both the bane of her existence and the reason for her existence, her purpose and her curse, her life and her death. From this book, she ruled the world; from this book, she watched the world burn. This was her curse. From her little chair and book, she orchestrated the actions of almost every being in the universe, determining every breath, every choice, every death. She was the puppet master, and she would be the last. She could count the number of beings beyond her power on one hand, but it seemed that today, they wished to intervene.
A gust of wind whipped through her pocket dimension, blowing open her book to a page the woman had not seen in over five thousand years. Silver energy and words written in a language lost in time flew from the page, resembling little butterflies before engulfing the room in their energy. The woman's eyes widened for a second, revealing their glowing silver and the clock-like mechanism that seemed to tick within them.
An infinite army stood before six extraordinary beings. Three of them were women. One appeared tall and regal, like the embodiment of a queen, donned in form-fitting golden armor that radiated vitality. Her appearance constantly shifted, one moment her hair silver and her eyes blazing like a god's true form, the next her hair dark, and her eyes calculating brown. The woman to her left resembled her, yet with distinct differences. Bright green eyes observed the army with a childlike glee, and her golden hair was adorned with leaves and dirt, as though she had rolled around on the earth. Her armor seemed alive, like the life force of creatures on earth itself.
The third woman, shorter than her companions, possessed a subtle and quiet beauty, akin to the brief moment between sunset and the emergence of the rising sun. Her petite frame was clad in leather armor and a long brown robe.
Among the men, one stood tall, his body covered in rippling muscles. His long black hair and electric blue eyes crackled with literal lightning. His golden armor gleamed, and a long cylinder of bronze exuded an aura of power that could be felt for miles.
Next to him was a weathered-looking man, his body as strong as the waves he had ridden in countless storms. Blue energy emanated from his bronze trident like the unrelenting current of the sea, while his blue armor appeared to be forged from the crests of tsunamis.
The third man, unlike his brothers, possessed long, dark hair tied back into a ponytail, his eyes as black as a nightmare. His black armor seemed carved from obsidian and gold, while a black robe enveloped his body. In his hand, he held a bronze helmet adorned with promises of death, radiating a fear that the world had never experienced before.
The army before them stretched across the entire field, filled with Cyclopes, hydras, hellhounds, drakons, and monsters from every dark corner of the earth. Clangs of rusty iron weapons against rusty iron armor, along with animalistic grunts, filled the air like an eerie melody.
The man with the thunderbolt pointed his weapon at the army, his expression unreadable, like staring into a hurricane. A bolt of pure energy shot from his weapon, striking the ground and igniting the greatest war the world had ever witnessed.
Simultaneously, the six gods unleashed their true forms, bathing the field in six distinct colors. As the divine light struck the front line, the monsters there were instantly vaporized into golden dust. The six gods then separated, disappearing with a speed beyond the monsters' comprehension. One of them materialized right in front of the monsters, the youngest brother, and thrust his weapon forward. A bolt of condensed lightning struck the ground with such force that it created a kilometer-wide crater, disintegrating all the monsters within it.
The middle brother spun his three-pronged polearm with expertise before slamming it onto the ground. A blast rippled through the field, and he was at the epicenter. Striking again, this time with the trident head itself, a louder crack resonated as the ground split open. Monsters roared as they fell into the fissure and were silenced when he closed the gap with a tap of his trident.
The third man, having no visible weapon like his brothers, simply donned his bronze helmet. In a shockwave, all the monsters found themselves frozen, unable to move. The man smirked as he disappeared, dissolving into shadows. The monsters knew nothing as their throats were slit by shadows. This was the beginning of the greatest war in history.
Three men stood at the end of a lavish dining table, wearing fine togas instead of their elaborate battle armor. The table, once covered with maps, charts, and plans, was now adorned with delicious food and fine drinks as gods and titans celebrated.
"We shall draw lots for the right to be king," declared the man of lightning, placing a goblet made of divine silver on the table. Inside it were three sticks made of Imperial Gold. With a blur of their arms, the three brothers simultaneously grasped a stick, each holding one in their hand.
The middle brother inspected the lot in his hand, raising an eyebrow. "Sea," he read aloud, furrowing his brow.
"Underworld," the youngest brother said with a frown.
The corner of the eldest brother's lip quirked ever so slightly upward. "Heaven."
A moment of tense silence followed when suddenly, a bronze cylinder appeared in the youngest brother's hand, accompanied by a flash of light. He pointed it directly at the eldest brother's face. "Give me that domain, Hades."
A bronze helmet materialized on Hades' head, releasing a burst of fear and cold throughout the room. "It is mine, Zeus."
The Master Bolt began to crackle dangerously in front of Hades' face. "Unless you wish to reform for the next thousand years, you will give me that domain."
The room grew cold, and the three gods' breath became visible. "I will make you afraid of the dark, little brother," Hades threatened, his voice low and menacing.
The middle brother slammed his bronze trident onto the ground, causing the marble beneath them to crack. "Brothers..."
Frost gathered around Hades' feet as the room's temperature continued to drop. "Step down, Poseidon."
"I will be king," Zeus growled as the Master Bolt began to emit a pure white glow, charged with energy.
The shadows in the room gradually deepened, seeming to engulf everything. "Over my dead body," Poseidon challenged.
"That can be arranged," Zeus muttered. A blast of white energy shot from the Master Bolt, hurtling toward Hades at unimaginable speed. Hades had only enough time to create a shadowy barrier before the bolt of pure electricity broke through, slamming into his chest. Hades was sent flying, crashing into a white marble column with enough force to crack it.
Zeus knelt down, picking up the Imperial Gold lot that Hades had dropped and crushed it in his hand. An outpouring of energy threatened to knock all three brothers over, but Zeus contained it within his palm. Golden winds enveloped Zeus as the domain of Heaven infused itself into his being.
"βάλλ' εἰςκόρακας," Hades groaned as he struggled to stand, his ichor beginning to heal the damage to his back. "I will not be the one going to the crows today, brother."
Zeus smirked and threw his elder brother the last lot, Underworld. Hades stared at it for a moment before crushing it in his hand. His white toga transformed into pitch black, adorned with gold accents, as shadows began to surround him and merge with his clothing.
"This is not the last you've seen of me, Zeus. You may have Heaven, but one day, everything you own will crumble without me, and you will come begging," Hades warned before the shadows enveloped him, and he disappeared.
Poseidon approached his younger brother with a concerned look. "Was that really wise?"
"Who cares? He wouldn't have made a good king anyway," Zeus replied with a grin, his eyes reflecting the madness of power.
"Zeus—" Poseidon began, only to be interrupted.
"I offer you a high-ranking position on the council, brother, in exchange for your silence. No one will believe Hades' ramblings if you support me," Zeus explained.
Poseidon hesitated. "Very well." He crushed the golden rod in his palm, and water molecules from all around began to surround him, dyeing his toga a dark blue. "You are dismissed, God of the Sea."
"Thank you... my lord," Poseidon said before he too disappeared in a burst of seawater. Neither of them knew the grave mistake they had just made.
The silver-eyed woman slammed the book shut to prevent it from releasing any more history from its confines. With a sigh, she leaned back into her chair, deep in thought. The Titans were rising, and the rift between the Big Three could cost the gods the war. Hades held grudges, and Zeus was too proud to ask for help. Help was what the gods and demigods needed.
"It's time for the First Born to awaken," the primordial muttered to herself as she stood up from her chair. With a snap of her fingers, a silver envelope appeared, sparking into existence. Just as quickly, it disappeared, leaving a note written in silver ink. The woman took a deep breath, her plan crystallized in her mind. She should have been the goddess of gambling.
And just like that, she was gone.
In a realm beyond time and space, a forgotten god stirred. The eight-year-old boy's bright blue eyes snapped open, taking in the world for the first time in thousands of years.
"Ugh…" he groaned, sitting up in his bed. He ran a hand through his spiky golden hair, noticing the white toga that covered his slender body and the congealed blood on his side. Congealed blood? The boy's eyes widened in shock as he remembered.
"Father..."
Flashback:
A young boy ran through the halls of the palace with the joy only a child could possess. The marble columns shimmered in the afternoon sunlight, much like the boy's bright golden hair. "Father's never going to catch me!" he exclaimed while searching for a hiding spot.
"Behind a pillar is too obvious," the boy muttered as he passed by one potential hiding spot. His attention was drawn to a large curtain that covered a grand window of the palace. His giggles grew louder as he heard a familiar voice. "Where are you, my son?"
The boy was about to dive behind the curtain when he heard a noise. He quickly turned around and managed to catch an arrow that was hurtling toward him. However, it was not enough to save him, as spikes emerged from the arrowhead, piercing his hand. "AHHH!" he cried out, pulling the arrow out of his hand. He recognized the green ooze on the arrow's edge as Helian dragon venom, a rare and deadly poison capable of scattering the essence of immortals.
The palace doors burst open, revealing a man and a woman. The woman had eyes like sea glass and the figure of a goddess, her unique hair short and spiky on one side, long and straight on the other. The man was tall and slim, with eyes the color of molten gold. In his hand, he wielded one of the most beautiful and dangerous weapons—a celestial bronze and adamantine blade that measured at least six feet.
"My son!" the woman cried as she rushed to the blonde boy's side. The boy managed a weak smile as his mother rested her head on his lap. "Hello, mother…"
The man examined the wound as if trying to burn the poison out through sheer willpower. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
The boy coughed, and golden ichor spattered onto his father's face. "...monster from the east," he managed to utter.
The woman ran her hand through the boy's hair. "Don't worry, my son, we can get you healed—"
"Mother, Mnemosyne has made me memorize every..." The boy began to cough violently, and more ichor sprayed out. "Monster... there is. Helian Dragon venom... incurable."
"Rest, my son, preserve your strength," the golden-haired man said with a comforting smile.
The boy smiled sadly. "Goodbye, Mother, Fath—" He gave another hacking cough before closing his eyes for the last time.
"NARUTO!" Rhea roared, placing her hands on her son's chest and attempting to pump his heart, hoping to restart the flow of ichor. But it was futile; the boy named Naruto disintegrated into a pile of silver dust that scattered in the wind.
Rhea's husband gripped his scythe's handle with white-knuckled intensity. He was about to say something to his wife when three flashes of light illuminated the room.
Three elderly women appeared before the King and Queen of Mount Othrys, bowing their heads. "Lord Kronos, we have a prophecy concerning your children."
Kronos's face twisted into a snarl as his golden eyes hardened, wiping the golden blood of his first son from his face. The true golden age had come to an end.
End of Flashback:
"Father... Mother…" Naruto mumbled, his head in his hands as he wept. He wept, reminiscing about the life he had once shared with his family. Suddenly, a comforting hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up to see a beautiful woman with silver hair, her eyes concealed behind glasses. She wore an elegant black suit, and in her hand was a powerful black and silver book.
"Who are you?" Naruto asked, preparing to defend himself, though he barely had the energy to do so.
The woman extended her hands to calm him. "Relax, child. My name is Ananke. I was the first being born of Chaos and have guided all others who came after me."
Naruto pondered her words for a moment before nodding in understanding. "You're like the conductor who tells each musician what to play to make the piece its best."
"You could say that," Ananke replied with a smile. "And now, I'm here to bring you back to the world so you can finish what you started."
Naruto paused, considering the offer and the fact that he had spent an unknown amount of time in this bed. He also had to find the one who had killed him. However, it was Ananke's next words that sealed the deal.
"I'll also bring you back to see your mother."
Naruto nodded. "Very well, but what of my father?"
Ananke hesitated, trying to find the best way to explain that his father had been thrown into Tartarus for swallowing Naruto's siblings before his defeat. She was about to speak when she felt the pocket dimension collapsing.
"We must go. I'll explain the rest later," Ananke said, grabbing Naruto's arm. With a flash of silver light, they both disappeared.
The former Queen of the Titans hummed a happy tune as she tended to her vast garden. Her Japanese house's backyard was covered in an array of colorful flowers, resembling a giant mosaic. Rhea's life had been relatively peaceful for the last few millennia after the Titanomachy. However, after the death of her firstborn, her husband had become consumed by anger, transforming from a just and wise ruler into a tyrant. He ruled with an iron fist, ruthlessly searching for his son's killer.
Rhea had hidden her final son, Naruto, as she watched her husband swallow their other children in his madness. She had witnessed her children's victory and encouraged them to divide Kronos's domains among themselves to prevent the temptation of power. However, Naruto had always been a sore point for Rhea—a symbol of hope for her and Kronos, a child who wouldn't suffer a tortured childhood like they did. Yet, he had been killed, and the cycle of hatred continued with their other six children.
"Hello?" Rhea suddenly turned around in surprise, recognizing the voice. "Naruto?"
Before her stood her son—golden hair, bright sky-blue eyes, and the same whisker birthmarks. He wore the gold and white toga she had given him over ten thousand years ago. He was still short, only reaching her shoulder, but he was lean and muscular due to his training with Kronos and Uncle Atlas.
"Naruto?" Rhea asked in disbelief, her eyes welling up with tears.
Naruto nodded. "It's me, Mom."
Rhea embraced her son tightly, lifting him off the ground. "How are you here? Where have you been? Why do you look the same? Do you know how much we've missed you?"
Naruto returned the embrace. "I missed you too, Mom."
Suddenly, Naruto felt an incredible pain on his ear as Rhea almost lifted him off his feet. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST FEW MILLENNIA?"
"OW OW OW OW!"
"Answer your mother!" Rhea roared, her face turning as golden as a bar of gold.
"ASK THE SILVER LADY!" Naruto protested. "AND YOU KNOW, DON'T RIP OFF MY EAR!"
"Smartass..." Rhea mumbled before she looked at the other immortal in the garden.
Ananke frowned. "It's a bit of a long story."
Rhea let go of her son's ear but swatted the back of his head lightly. "Don't backtalk your mother."
"I don't care. I'm just happy my son is with me," Rhea admitted, looking up at the other woman who seemed somewhat awkward during this family reunion. "Ananke? No one has seen you since the Second Age."
"It's a bit of a long story," Ananke admitted, embracing her son and squeezing him tightly. "I don't care. I just want to be with my little Kitsune."
Rhea nodded in agreement, holding Naruto close. "I missed you too, Mom."
Naruto nodded, and then a thought struck him. "Wait, what does Kitsune mean?"
Rhea chuckled warmly as she continued to hold Naruto close. "Kitsune is a term often used to refer to foxes in Japanese folklore, particularly those with magical or supernatural abilities. It's a fitting nickname for my clever and resourceful son."
Naruto grinned at the explanation. "I like it, Mom."
Ananke watched the heartfelt reunion between mother and son, a faint smile on her lips. "I'm glad to see you two together again."
Rhea glanced at Ananke. "Indeed, Ananke. We owe you a great debt for bringing Naruto back to us."
Ananke waved her hand dismissively. "I merely fulfilled my purpose. Now, Naruto has a role to play in the unfolding events."
Naruto furrowed his brow. "What events are you talking about?"
Ananke's expression turned serious. "The world is on the brink of a great conflict. The Titans are rising, and the gods themselves are divided. The fate of Olympus and perhaps even the world hangs in the balance."
Naruto's eyes widened as he processed the gravity of the situation. "What can I do to help?"
Rhea placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll face this challenge together, as a family. Your return is a sign that destiny has a plan for you, my son."
Ananke nodded in agreement. "You possess unique abilities and knowledge, Naruto, ones that may prove crucial in the battles to come. But for now, you need rest and time to adapt to this new reality."
Naruto nodded, feeling a mix of emotions—relief at being reunited with his mother, determination to face the challenges ahead, and curiosity about his own abilities and destiny.
As they stood in the blooming garden, bathed in the warmth of the sun, the trio shared a moment of respite and hope amidst the uncertainty of the future.
And so, Naruto's journey into a world filled with gods, Titans, and demigods began anew, with his mother's love and Ananke's guidance lighting the way.