Three old ladies sat upon their respective thrones, their face etched with worry. Broken threads and scissors were thrown on the floor, as they stared at the fourth throne anxiously.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, a bright light filled the room. When the glare died, an eight year old sat on the throne, his short legs swinging.
"Lord Perseus." They chorused. "Thank you for coming."
The boy glanced at them, his green eyes swirling. "Why have you summoned me?"
"We have made a grave mistake concerning the Great Prophecy."Lahkesis admitted.
Perseus leaned forward. "You peaked my curiosity. Go on."
"Originally, a child of Poseidon, Theseus, was destined to be the bearer of the prophecy." Clotho began. "We gave him a hard life since the age of twelve, hoping that it would be enough to prepare him."
"However, after becoming a hero, he became cocky." Lahkesis continued. "He is now an egoistic, arrogant jerk."
Atropos sighed. "At this rate, Olympus will fall at his hands."
The boy leaned back. "And you want me to do something about it."
The Fates looked at him hopefully. "You're the son of Hestia and Mars, a lover of war and the keeper of peace. With the snap of your fingers, you can change the entire course of a battle."
He smirked. "That's true. But what is in it for me? For centuries, Olympian has never recognized me. Even my own parents abandoned me."
The sisters exchanged a look. "Another war."
"What?"
Atropos looked at him. "This has happened before. After the first Titan War, Gaea tried to rise immediately. Is the whispers are true, she is again stirring even as we speak."
"We will let you control the entire outline of the war. The heroes, the deaths. All of that is in your hand, as long as the Olympians win in the end." Clotho promised.
"Another war." The boy mused. "Hundreds of souls dead, gallons of blood shed."
He looked at the fates.
"We have a deal."
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So...yes. This is suppose to be a Percy Jackson AU, set after the Titan War. But I didn't know how to write the story exactly, which is why I'm letting you guys decide.
And oh, all right belong to Rick Riordan, who I love and hate with a passion.
