Feud of the Gods

Feud of the Gods
What would have happened if Kronos had won the Titan War? If Percy had died? If all the Olympian Gods were destroyed?

Percy Percy lay on the ground, feebly stirring. Kronos advanced, wielding his scythe. He planted his foot on Percy's chest. Bending down low he whispered: "Do you have any last words to me, Perseus Jackson?" Silence followed. Percy gasped,and a hundred scenes flashed through his eyes. The Fates cutting the string. Luke's broken body in the sarcophagus, a missing piece on his heart. Percy breathed the words out feebly. "You will never win Kronos. Someday, somewhere, somebody will defeat you. I just know it." Percy gasped out his last words, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You won't win." Kronos smiled in the darkness. With a blood-chilling war cry, he brought down his scythe on Percy's neck. The age of the Ancient Gods was past. Now the reign-and age of the Titan Monarchy had begun.

The Titan Council
Atop Mount Othrys, the twelve ancient titans were assembled in the black hall. All of them, even the minor Titans were present. Kronos sat on the Black Throne, Hyperion and Rhea beside him. "A new age has just begun. " he drawled. The Titans followed his every word in stony silence. Every one of them, from stoic Hyperion, to vigilant Atlas, to the frail Theia. Every one. Except for the last. A rustling was heard on one of the black thrones, and a Titaness stood up. Kronos looked up. Mnmosyne. Mnemosyne, the ancient Titan of memory. Her voice was hollow and stony, like a rock bouncing off the walls of a canyon. "You have won this place in our hall Kronos, but is it your place to take?" I, Mnemosyne, remember all that has happened since the beginning of time. Memory itself holds us together here. This is not your place. From the halls of my memory, I know the truth. I know that this place is not yours." Kronos snarled. "Foolish sister. You are allied with the accursed gods!" Kronos paused to make sure the other Titans were listening. "Was it not you, Mnemosyne, many millennium ago, who bore Zeus nine daughters, the Nine Muses, who are servants of the the wretched sun god, Apollo?!" Mnemosyne blushed. "I can not be a part of what you do, brother." She stalked out of the hall, her