The Titans

Titans

I walk slowly down the street, looking around at the faces rushing by, oblivious to everything truly going on around them. I pull my hood lower when I notice a man staring at me, his cold eyes saying everything I needed to know. Olympian. He slowly starts to mirror my movements, and I press my lips into a tight line. Can I not just go for a walk without getting into a fight? I turn into the next available alleyway, and turn to face the approaching figure.

"Well well well, what have we here? Another lone Titan I think." His voice is filled with excitement, and his eyes burn with rage as he slowly advances towards me, a dagger in each hand.

"True, Ares, I am a Titan, but not quite what you are used to." I reply and smirk, and I pull out my favorite dagger, black steel, curved, and honed to a wicked edge. "Do you know why your father asked you to come to this area on your next hunt? Did you actually see him, or did he just call you. I'm willing to bet he couldn't even show his face." I continue quietly, and I see the first edge of uncertainty in his gaze.

"What is your name? You deserve to at least die with your enemy knowing who he has killed." Ares shoots back, trying to reclaim his confidence. He begins to stalk ever closer to me, and twirls his daggers expertly.

"My name is Zane, the first trueborn Titan in three centuries. We have grown more than Poor Zeus believes. I will offer you one chance, leave now, or you will die." I state slowly. The Olympian pauses and tilts his head before laughing.

"You are no match for me Titan. Your race may be older, but you have nothing to best us with anymore." Ares replies, a cruel smirk forming.

"I did warn you." I say calmly before crossing the distance between us in the blink of an eye, much to his surprise. I grab him by the throat and lift him off of his feet, smirking as he flails his daggers at me, only cutting my hoodie, leaving no more than a red mark on my skin. His eyes widen in horror.

"W-what are you?" He chokes out, struggling desperately.

"Simple, I am the replacement for Pallas. Only, I'm far more dangerous than even he was." With that I plunge the blade through his chest, piercing his heart. His eyes widen, but he quickly stops struggling. I ease him to the ground and pull out my phone, dialing the first number on my speed-dial. the other person picks up on the second ring. "It's me. Ares is dead, he attacked me in the streets. I am still an unknown factor to the Olympians. can we make an example out of him?" I state calmly.

"Yes, leave a beacon, one of our family will be there shortly. you had best leave now, wouldn't want that pest Hermes to see you." The voice replies.

"As you wish, Kronos." I reply and hang up, pocketing the phone. I stroll out of the alleyway, blending easily in with the crowd. None of them know we walk among them, the Titans and Olympians, nor do they have any idea just how wrong they are about our history.