DISCLAIMER: All recognisable characters belong to Rick Riordan and all recognisable text belongs to him also. Hope you enjoy.

Chaos sat deep in his throne, his hands steepled with his chin rested upon them. Here he was faced with a decision that would change the lives of those for millenia to come and for the first time ever he was unsure of what to do. This choice required a clear head and right now, his mind was anything but that; it was in turmoil thanks to the squabbling of his children and their offspring.

Gaea had always been a troublesome child but he had hoped the marriage between her and her brother Ouranous might quell the rebellious spirit she had. he had been sadly mistaken and now he was paying the price for his decision. And that was the reason Chaos was now so unsure of what to mkae of this latest problem; he no longer trusted his judgement.

The sound of a thousand travelling atoms of matter awoke him from his musings and he prepared for another incoming visitor. A bright flash of light and his three granddaughters, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, Nyx and Erebus' children appeared in front of his throne.

"What brings you here?" he asked wearily, running a smoky black hand through his cropped midnight hair.

Clotho stepped forwards, a knowing look in her eyes, her silvery hair tumbling down her back.

"My Lord, we come to offer you our assistence with your current problemas we believe that we may have a solution." She backed away, a look of resigned curiosity painted on her face. Chaos stirred but other than that showed no indication he had heard the woman. Silence reigned for several long minutes and the other two sisters began to shift uneasily; compared to Chaos they knew nothing and they were jealous of his skill and power. Clotho, however, remained frozen to the spot, perfectly still and uinmoving, her yes fixed intently on the Creator.

"Time is a strange thing, my dear, it can pass so swiftly and then so slowly." He broke the silence, his brilliant white eyes drifting to stare out into the Universe. Clotho nodded mutely.

"Your decision, my Lord?" she questioned quietly. Chaos turned once more to his favourite granddaughter.

"Say what you will." She nodded before concentrating intently on a fixed spot on the wall, startling even Chaos with her peculiar scrutiny.

"May I ask what you think will become of staring at my very plain wall?" he asked mildly. Clotho ignored him and her sisters took a step forward, fearing thier sister's ignorance. Chaos was not angered, however, and chose simply to watch the woman with a cross between amusement and curiosity.

Another blinding flash of light and most of his extended and immediate family appear in the throne room. Chaos can't contain the raise of the eyebrow he sports. Gaea, Ouranous, Nyx, Erebus, Pontus, Thalassa, Aether, Hemera, Tartarus, Kronos, Krios, Clymene, Iapetus, Atlas, Prometheus, Hyperion, Rhea, Themis, Metis, Hydros, Eros, Ourea, Ophion, Phanes and Thesis all stand before him, most with bewildered looks on their faces.

Gaea, predictably, broke the silence, "Did you want us for something father?" she asked stonily. In the middle of the room, Clotho still stood trance-like, utterly focused. Nyx whirled around and immediately strode towards her, reaching out to embrace her but some invisible force prevented her.

"What is this?" she demanded, "Why can I not reach her?" Chaos shrugged nonchalantly, more interested in what the frozen woman had in store for him next. Suddenly a tremor shot through the throne room, setting everyone off balance. Another tremor, stronger, more powerful. And another. And another. Kronos started, suspicion shrouding his molten eyes,

"She is playing with time, here," he stated angrily," she knows not the disruption she will cause from this venture!"

Another tremor followed by a rumbling sound and then silence. And then the room exploded in light and a vortex appeared, pulsing with energy, getting larger by the second. The inhabitants of the room retreated to the far corner; even they were not foolish enough to think they could withstand this force; it was beyond their abilities. And then the loudest sound known to man screamed through the room, tearing the air with it's ferocity. Then silence. Everyone turned to look at Clotho who lay, unconscious on the floor. Where she was once stood, fourteen men and women stood, eyes wary and stances defensive.

Heading the group was a man and two women; the man had marbled grey and black hair and a sharp face with electric blue eyes that literally danced with sparks; his broad shouldered and tall frame made him seem rather threatening but not as much so as the overwhelming scent of ozone that permeated the air around him; the younger-looking woman had the blackest of hair that tumbled in ringlets down her back, restrained in a ponytail; her steely grey eyes were stormy as she took in the assembled crowd; the other woman's golden blonde locks were ruler straight and fell to her waist and her eyes were a sparkling chocolate brown as they surveyed the first man with a concerned gaze. Just behind the grey-eyed immortal, for they were immortals, a teenager with wavy auburn hair glared pointedly at Atlas, her silvery-yellow eyes flashing in cold fury,

"You!" she snarled, moving to lunge at him. Only the restraining arm of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed man beside her, stopped her charge.

"Artemis, wait, we don't know many of them, now is not the time to start a fight," he urged.

"He hurt Zoe! He tore her to pieces from the inside! I will destroy him!" she growled.

"Sister, please!" Artemis fell silent, her cheeks tracked with angry tears. On her other side a brown-haired man stood, his features cheeky and elf-like. Behind the younger trio, a man dressed in clashing colours looked up briefly from the magazine he was reading, a bored look on his face.

"Must we stay here, father?" he huffed,"I want to get back to Olympus!"

He was slapped upside the head by the beautiful woman stood near the edge of the group, her appearance contantly changing.

"Silence, Dionysus!" she scolded before snuggling back into the embrace of the brawny man next to her, whose face was horrifyingly distorted and his dark skin covered in black grease. From in front of them, a heavily armoured man stared at them jealously, his hand tight on the grip of his wickedly long sword.

Furthest away from Chaos' family stood four older looking immortals but they gave off the feeling that they were the most powerful. The two women stood in front of the men, one tall and willowy, with silky, golden hair and hazel eyes and one smaller and slender, with caramel-coloured hair and eyes of fire, but the fire of a cosy hearth. Behind her, the figure was hard to distinguish, thanks to the souls woven into his black robes and the hair that obscured his porcelain white face. Chaos could just make out a pair of eyes blacker than the pits of hell themselves, emotionless and unfeeling. The last immortal was tall like the man next to him and very tanned with a weathered face framed by messy raven black hair. But the most noticeable thing about him was his eyes. They were unlike any other in the room. Not dancing electric blue, not piercing grey, not sparkling brown nor angry silver. Not mischevious blue or warm hazel or cosy orange or cold black. No, they were the most emotional and joyful eyes, Chaos had ever seen. Sea green, shining like silver, sparkling like the sun and with crinkled smile lines around them. Chaos was entranced. The voice of the leader broke him from his reverie.

"May I ask who you are?"

The voice was deep and powerful with undertones of pride and cautiousness. Chaos' eyes snapped around to lock with the dancing electric blue of the speaker, who, Chaos was impressed to see, didn't waver once meeting his blinding gaze.

"I am the Creator, God, The Father, whatever you wish me to be. But you may call me Chaos." The new company shifted subtly and the tension in the air ramped up a notch.

"But here I am forgetting my manners! Who, my good friend, are you and your companions?"

The leader hesitated but a swift glance over to the grey-eyed woman who nodded imperceptibly made him turn back.

"I am Zeus, King of the Gods, Lord of the Sky." Muttering broke out at this, and everyone leaned forward, straining to catch onto every word Zeus said.

"Continue," Chaos ordered. Zeus' eyes flashed briefly before dimming again.

"My wife Lady Hera, Goddess of Marriage," he said gesturing to the blonde at his side.

"My daughter, Lady Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, Patron of Athens," he said looking at the grey-eyed woman on his other side.

Then he turned to the three younger immortals standing behind Athena,

"My daughter, Lady Artemis, Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, The Virgin Maiden and Protector of Woman." The silver-eyed goddess scowling at Atlas.

"Her twin brother, Lord Apollo, God of Music, Poetry, Healing and the Sun, Slayer of the Mighty Python." The blonde who'd calmed Artemis.

"My son, Lord Hermes, God of Travellers, Messenger of the Gods." The elf-like god looked rather put out at his introduction but was quiet.

"My demigod son, turned immortal, Lord Dionysus, God of Wine and Festivities." He turned to the man at the back engrossed in his magazine who pointedly ignored him.

Next the beauty and her partner,

"Lady Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty and my son, Lord Hephaestus, God of the Forge and Fire."

The warrior who kept throwing Hephaestus dirty looks was introduced as his brother, Lord Ares, God of War, Patron of Rome and judging by the way he was acting, a very jealous brother.

Lastly Zeus turned to the elder four and even Chaos listened with keen ears.

"My sister, Lady Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest and my other sister, Lady Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth," he said gesturing to the tall woman first and then the fiery eyed woman.

"My brother, Lord Hades, King of the Underworld, Lord of the Dead," he introduced the black-eyed man who stared coldly at everyone, just daring them to challenge him.

"And finally my other brother, Lord Poseidon, King of the Seas, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses." Chaos was silent as they contemplated the names and titles he'd just had thrown at him. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades. Quite the trio and obviously the most powerful though Artemis and Athena didn't look particularly weak.

"It is an honour to meet your acquaintance," he siad. Instead of Zeus, it was Athena who answered.

"Likewise," she said abruptly, her eyes narrowed. Clotho was beginning to stir on the floor and Apollo rushed forards to help her to her feet, followed by a hiss from Artemis.

"Did it work?" Clotho murmured dazedly,"Are they here? Are the Olympians here?"

A voice broke the quiet, "The Olympians?"

Kronos stepped out from behind Gaea and his siblings only to be greeted by looks of fury and ferocity from Zeus and his family.

"What are you doing here?" Athena snarled, Artemis right by her side. Even Hestia had a look of grave anger on her face.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" Kronos hissed," Mother!"

Gaea was silent for once.

"How is it you know my grandson?" Chaos enquired.

Hades laughed, a chilling and maniacal sound.

"Know him? I spent a year in his stomach, wondering what in Tartarus I did to deserve a father like him!"

Chaos blinked. Kronos was staring in stupidity at the Lord of the Dead.

"You're my...son?"

"And how I wish I wasn't!" Hades growled. Kronos swallowed.

"And are any of the rest of you my...estranged children?"

Poseidon, Zeus, Hestia, Demeter and Hera raised their hands. Kronos looked about ready to pass out.

"What year are you from?" Chaos asked.

"1996 AD."

And then the Primordials and Titans gaped openly all while Chaos sat on and watched. They were interrupted from their stupor by Clotho who was able to stand with support from Nyx.

"My Lord, I have not forseen the solution to your problem but I believe I may have a method of making it easier for you to decide right."

She produced a rectangular package from the folds of her cloak.

"This is the reason why I have brought the Olympians here, for this decision concerns them and their very lives. Your choice will affect everyone."

She handed the package to Chaos and retreated to stand by her mother once more. Chaos was still for a moment before he moved to tear open the wrapping. It vanished at a wave of his hand and a book was left sitting in its place.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief" he read. He turned the book over. Everyone present shifted until they were settled and then Chaos began to read,

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. I never asked to be the son of a Greek God. I was just a normal kid, going to school, playing basketball, skateboarding. The usual. Until I accidently vaporised my maths teacher. Now I spend my time battling monsters and generally trying to stay alive. This is the one where Zeus, God of the Sky, thinks I've stolen his lightning bolt- and making Zeus angry is a very bad idea.

A/N: Hope that was okay. As I said in my other fanfic, Tiger's Claws, this was just and idea I had

Dreamshadow102 :-)