Chapter 1:

A/N this is the rewrite of Son of Kronos. It's actually really different, just same pairing(s) and some other similarities. I changed the name because I wanted to go in a different direction with it.

3rd person POV (Time- Ancient Greece)

A young woman ran through a forest at night. She was holding a small bundle that appeared to be a baby. The woman kept glancing behind her and every time she did she ran faster, if it was even possible. She appeared to be running in a random direction but still trying to get to something. Something shot through the air and pierced her arm, an arrow. The woman cried out in pain before ripping out the arrow and continuing on her journey. She seemed to be nearing her destination because she slowly slowed down until she came to a stop. Right in front of the ocean. Even though she was panting she still managed to talk.

"I... I know you... you trusted me to take... take care of him, but... but they found me. Please, take your son, ... I'm... Im not going to make it, but he can." The leaves were rustling behind her and there were lights starting to become visible through the bushes. The woman looked behind her and put the child in the water. At first nothing happened, but then a giant wave came up and seemed to swallow the baby.

The woman seemed to relax and sat on the ground in front of the water. Soon after the bushes parted and a man with a lions coat on his back and a wooden club in his hand came out of the bushes. Following behind him were men with torches and swords, not a lot only about five. When he saw that the woman was alone his eyes seemed to glow a dangerous electric blue. "Where is the boy." The woman looked the man straight in the eyes without any fear only pure anger and hatred, so much that the man flinched before regaining his glare. "The boy? He is not here. I knew you weren't that smart Hercules but I didn't know you were blind."

The man, supposedly Hercules growled angrily at the woman before walking up and grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground. "TELL ME WHERE THE BOY IS!" The woman hardly blinked at him and just stared at him. He slammed her on the ground in frustration before gaining a smirk. "Father just talked to me, he gave me an update on my mission. Since the boy is gone you have two options. Tell me who the boy's parents are and where he went and I'll leave you alone to continue with your life. I swear on the Styx." Thunder rumbled in the distance before Hercules continued. "Or I can kill you." The woman didn't hesitate to answer. "I won't reveal anything, so go tell Zeus he can shove his master bolt up his.." The woman didn't get to finish because Hercules hit her up into the air with his club before a lightning bolt came down and struck her turning her into ash, which was blown away in the wind. The man was weary of the child. If the woman was willing to give her life to not reveal his parentage he must have powerful parents. He tried to shrug off his weariness before flashing back to his father to give him a report on his mission, of course the mortals around didn't know to close their eyes and we're all disintegrated, but Hercules could care less about them.

3rd person (in Atlantis)

A man with windswept black hair and bright, sea green eyes held tightly to a baby. The same baby a woman just gave her life to protect. He gently started to unwrapped the cloth around the baby before someone knocked on the door to his room. "Poseidon, its Medusa." The man holding the baby, now revealed as Poseidon, walked over to the door and opened it with a smile. Outside the door there was a woman, she had black hair with sun kissed skin, just like Poseidon, except her eyes were a darker green, almost like a reptiles. Poseidon looked her in her eyes before smiling. "Looks like that mist barrier is keeping you from turning people to stone still." Medusa smiled before nodding her head. Then she looked down at the baby and her smile only grew bigger. "You brought our boy to Atlantis, I thought you said he was staying with that mortal... I can't remember her name." Poseidon looked sadly down at the ground. "Sally, she died at the hands of Hercules, Zeus is just growing more power hungry and paranoid by the second. I couldn't let him kill our son and so I brought him here." Medusa nodded gravely, knowing Poseidon had grown to have a brother sister relationship with Sally, and it must have hurt him to see her die. She slowly reached out and started to unwrap the bundle of cloth around the baby. He had jet black hair just like his parents, and his tan looked just like his parents, except his eyes seemed to be swirling with both of his parents color. When she pulled away the clothe he yawned showing a tongue with a little fork in it and two fangs already starting to grow even after only a month. She knew this was because of her... curse. His aura produced a stony feeling just like his mother except his was stronger. You could tell he would have more control over it then her. He also had a powerful aura that was the same as his father. "What should we name him, Medusa?" She looked down at him and could tell he was going to be as loyal as his father but also was going to destroy all those who crossed weapons with him. "Perseus, our little destroyer." Poseidon smiled before handing over Perseus to Medusa and reaching a hand into his pocket. Medusa was looking down playing with her child before she saw Poseidon down on a knee in front of her. "Medusa, Zeus allows every Olympian to pick ONE person to become immortal and live with them forever. I want you to be that one." Medusa looked close to tears before setting down Perseus on a table next to her and launching herself at Poseidon saying 'Yes!' over and over again. Poseidon smiled before slipping the ring on Medusas finger. As soon as he did both her and Perseus started glowing. When it stopped Medusa was so beautiful he gasped and Perseus looked more like a 2 year old rather than barely one. Poseidon laid down on the bed with Medusa and Perseus and shortly after fell asleep thinking about how chaotic his life was about to get, not knowing how right he was.