Oceanus sat. Regal, just as a ruler should. The Titan of The Seas pondered upon the nature of the upcoming war. He had chosen neutrality ever since the start of the First Titanomachy... He had seen how they rule. The Titans. They cared nothing for the subjects under their command, they were a resource. A tool to be used at will and then discarded. They disgusted Oceanus; Titans were meant to be respected, not feared. For what had his brethren brought but pain and suffering?

He had wondered where it had all gone wrong. Gaea, he supposed, had a heavy influence. The Earth Primordial had been driven insane in her lust for power. The Titans loved their mother, that much was sure. They would bend to her beck and will, but not him. Oh no, Oceanus was his own person. Mother or not, he would live his immortal life how he saw fit. Perhaps the end of Ouranos was what began their descent. Fitting, considering his final words. Fools! They should have payed heed to the prophecy. Kronos' pathetic attempts to stop it only confirmed its occurrence. Did they not know prophecy can be rewritten? Their ignorance brought their fall- yet the Sea Titan knew better. Kronos was weak. Oceanus could learn from his mistakes.

The Gods had promise at their birth, he knew this. The individual power held in each and every one of them astounded him, yet he was the only one who noticed. As with anything however, they were not perfect. Oceanus could see this in their persona. After they were freed by Zeus, of course. He had decided to wait. Risking his life by allying himself with the Gods would mean nothing if they allowed their pride to rule them. And for a time, he truly thought it would not. Those hopes were dashed as the Titanomachy came to a close. Oceanus was not unjust, however. He had waited- A thousand, two thousand... Ten thousand years. They had not changed, of course they hadn't. Oceanus was tired; He was tired of incompetent rulers. 'The world could be perfect... If only I ruled it.' He mused. Was his lifelong neutrality worth risking, for the simple want of a better world? Surely, the Gods could not have been so bad. There had to be some reason they had lasted so long.

A voice sounded, "Milord?"

Oceanus looked up from his musing.

"Your army is growing. Within a year's time, we shall be ready."

No. They were no different from the Titans. Their subjects feared them, they died for them, and the Gods cared not. He could make it better; He could make the world better. The third golden age had yet to begin.

Oceanus smirked and dismissed his general.

"I hope you're ready Olympus..." He whispered.

The former demigod lay in the forest, staring up towards the stars. The Huntress always was his favourite constellation- Fitting, he supposed. He had three days left to meet his father, and he had yet to talk to Artemis. What was he expected to say? He couldn't exactly walk right up to her and say 'Hey Artemis, so we've been kind of friends for a while now but my father needs my help so I'll see you in a few centuries.' The fates themselves seem to have cursed his ability to form sentences. He needed a break, he'd been a god for six months now yet he still had issues with immortality. How the hades did the Olympians survive this long without going insane?

He sighed, surveying his surroundings. The forest was vibrant, more than usual. Nothing like most forests at night, dark and uninviting, a magical twilight enveloped the area. Plantlife was plentiful, fauna of both magical and mundane grew. Mystical Driftbark trees grew as far as the eye could see, and plain ivy grew along all inch of the tightly-knit blanket of trees. Percy looked up, eyeing the luminous silver leaves that speckled the star-mottled night sky. The forest truly was magical, nothing mundane could hold this much beauty. The God smiled and stood up, inhaling gently as he did so. A faint, pleasant scent of mint filled his nose- cleansing his lungs and leaving his mouth watering. The smell permeated the forest, bringing a soothing effect to all in its influence. The damp ground felt like a firm sponge beneath his feet, holding him gently then releasing its soft grasp as he stepped. A very faint blue mist pervaded the area, holding true signs of godly influence.

His worries having been soothed, the God of Time came to a revelation.

'Aphrodite!' He mentally shouted, 'Surely she would know what to do. Plus, I've been needing help with my domain of Desire. Perfect!'

The God laughed and sent a message to Aphrodite, requesting permission to enter her palace. A short delay, and the acceptance message came through. He smiled a toothy grin and flashed to her palace.

The stunning love deity scrambled around, quickly trying to find clothes before Percy arrived. She had awoken not a minute before his request came. Yes, it was night, and strictly speaking gods didn't need to sleep, but she was tired! She was the goddess of love. She had certain... activities to attend to. She spotted her silk robes in a heap near her bedroom door, and almost dived over the queen-sized bed in an effort to obtain them. She tied it loosely around her body. And not a moment too soon, as Percy chose that moment to arrive in her palace's entrance hall in a fine mist of water vapour - leaving behind the smell of the sea. She smiled happily as her best friend came into view, and launched at him- hugging hum tightly. Percy, naturally, hugged her back and suddenly become very awareof their proximity. A huge golden blush flooded his face.

It was strange how he and Aphrodite had become friends, and he doubted it would have happened at all if not for his ascension. After becoming a god, he of course required tutoring in his subjects. Mainly, Apollo did the work as he had roughly the same number of domains as he had. Artemis helped out too, sharing the load between them. Aphrodite, however, was responsible for tutoring him in his domain of Desire. During which time, the two had grown extremely close. He dreaded it at first, expecting her to be every bit as overbearing as the rumours and her children were. To his surprise, she wasn't. They hit it off surprisingly well, and he was rather glad he had decided to attend- despite her reputation. She was sweet, kind, caring and not at all as vain as was often told. Yes, Percy admitted she was flirtatious, and rather promiscuous at that, but that came hand in hand with her domain. Even so, who was he to judge? He had no control over how she lived her unending life.

She squeezed him tightly for a few more moments, seemingly unnoting of Percy's embarrassment. She jumped back suddenly and opened her mouth to speak, before spotting the huge golden blush he was sporting and pausing.

She smirked coyly, "Aww, big boy excited?"

"Shut up." He hissed back, his blush growing ever larger.

"Are you going to make me?" She whispered seductively.

Percy simply rolled his eyes, "Come ooonn Aphie, I'm serious."

She laughed quietly for a little bit, before calming down and gesturing him to sit next to her on the sofa.

"So seriously, what's up?" The love goddess spoke.

A/N: So uhhh, hi? Yeah, was a waaaaay longer delay than I expected but as I said I haven't abandoned it. It's just very.. slow in being written. Very. It will be done eventually though. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Review Please.