Well I do hope some people enjoys this story, I have been sitting on it for quite a long time. I don't expect everyone to enjoy it and I don't expect to cater to everyone's needs. I do have an idea of where I want this story to go anyway.

If you enjoy the story, review if you desire... well If i get a hundred emails I might just mute it. I'm a busy person, grad school and all. If you don't like the story, well review if you want or just don't follow it but this story is a heavy interpretation of what I would expect a god's life is like in the Percy Jackson series. Hence at some point Percy was a god if you haven't figured it our from the summary. It's not even a spoiler.

Any thoughts are accepted though, I do appreciate them greatly.

Anyway, I have written this story for myself, because I enjoy a quality time travel story where the main character has to deal with the situation. How they interact with everyone else is up to the author, of which I have taken liberties at my own behest. I can't promise regular updates, for reasons already stated.

This fanfiction is meant to play around the fate and how it ties into the gods for the most part, hence the title. And in doing so I want to introduce and develop many gods in more interesting ways such as address character traits, flaws and in general their personality. Thus, I will say now the story tends to straddle the canon and will slowly diverge, but its real slow divergence (super slow buildup that won't be seen for a while) and won't be obvious at first. Doing a whole different plot, while very appealing, I doubt I have the time to put in something so extravagant at the level I would desire.

Enjoy.

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Time is an ever flowing cycle. Continuous and never ending, with an unknown beginning and no end in sight.

Few times is the cycle ever broken. Ever changed. Shifted of a sort, to something new, or something old. Only to one's will does time ever, truly, change.

But such a boon never comes easy.

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Perseus Jackson thought of himself as the epitome of loyalty. There were many more used by others and perhaps even more accurate. Foolish or self-sacrificial.

To give everything for his friends and family was his nature. His life, his soul and his future. But such worthless objects held little value to higher powers, for what value does a mortal's life, soul or future have to immortals. They were insignificant and fleeting, and so very replaceable compared to the stature of a god.

Perseus' inevitable future as a divine being held the power, the worth and the reason. Something to give, the cause, and the ability to use it. Not to give up, but to give to another.

Perseus made the choice, his first and last choice with the fates. To do something long thought impossible to all, even Kronos himself. To bend the laws of reality, where insanity would make its home, welcoming any foolish enough to venture in its depths.

To twist time for his own benefit.

Such a thing was never done, never had Kronos attempted to send a being into the past. To send someone on a road already travelled, and well beyond all but one's reach. It was a foolish venture, not even the remnants of the immortal soul would remain for the void to consume.

Kronos was not foolish enough to attempt such a thing, neither was Perseus. But with the strings strung, weaved and cut. A guide could be made, a path to follow and Perseus' sacrifice would not be in vain. A body to house the soul was the destination that only the fates could truly divine, and the will of time was the power.

A demigod he would be once again, mortal and fragile, bound to the frailty of humanity itself.

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Was this, the right thing to do?

The question was one Perseus pondered on for what felt like years but truly, only a fleeting second. Being the god of time had its advantages, time truly lasted. But after looking back, he never tried to second guess himself again. Darkness was on his heels and waiting for that moment.

The only other thought that went through his mind was the second chance, of what he could gain and what he could fix.

Everything was lost, more than just the lives but the bounds of reality itself. Perseus wasn't really sure if he could discern what was real and what wasn't near the end of his life. This was his chance to try again, to not make mistakes, to fix everything and most of all, to truly see with his own eyes. Such a simple thing was a craving he lusted for like no other, such a thing he lost once he saw Tartarus.

Never once had gods understood what it would be like to gaze upon the true visage of Tartarus, the Primordial of the pit. Hidden amidst the death mist, out of sight for the benefit of mortal and immortal.

The gods were always fooled into thinking Gaea was the worst threat they could face. Tried and tested, she was but the only one known about.

Tartarus was never expected to do anything because he was asleep, always asleep, asleep since his creation, and incredibly patient. Half lucid but still living in a dream but in that dream he sought to awaken himself and start anew. So like Gaea but many times more patient, forever meant to be asleep in his own domain.

With but a spark that was set in motion long ago, the patient being awoke. Slowly and passive to the battles' of his lover, Gaea, he eventually slipped out of unconsciousness and set his eyes upon the world, taking immortals and mortals with him in his wake to the realm of insanity.

Awake and active, the patient primordial consumed the world. Immortals, mortals and monsters all vanished day after day, year after year, decade after decade.

It was hard to tell what was worse, the disappearance of family and friends thought invincible or the inevitable impending death, taking years to finally approach.

In an ever slow process, Tartarus awoke. Taking centuries but still he started early. Gods vanished from their own domain, though few, the effect was great. A weakening of the Olympian's power followed.

The doors of death were wrenched open, never to be found again. Monsters roamed free across Gaea, killing everything they could find and only then did anyone realize the gravity of the situation, the threat they had combated for years in the dark.

Finally Tartarus was fully awake and nothing could stop him.