Howdy! This is my very first foray into the world of fan fiction! Hope you enjoy this, rather short, first chapter of my story!

BTW: I do not own "Class of the Titans" at all!

A jet of flame shooting past illuminated Cronus' face. He moved around furiously, his scythes slashing lethally at the young man in front of him. It was only a matter of time before he'd hit his target. The boy was obviously tiring and he was, after all, only a mortal.

Cronus moved ever forward as his quarry slowly backed away, matching every lethal slash he made with equal ferocity. Another jet of fire illuminated the unnatural darkness, this time shooting between the two nemeses.

"Watch it Atlanta," Jay hollered to his right. "You nearly hit me!"

"Sorry," the fiery redhead yelled, while at the same time ducking away from her lumbering enemy, "but I don't have time to aim properly!"

Jay was unable to respond since Cronus was back on the assault with renewed vigour. His blades seemed to be slashing with unholy speed and this time Jay found himself too slow to evade them completely. One particularly violent slash of a scythe was quickly followed by a dull pain in his right arm. Jay looked with mounting shock at the dark circle of blood that was appearing just above his elbow. He was barely able to duck in time before the next slash rent the air where his head had been only a few seconds earlier.

Cronus seemed to have expected this move because he kicked out violently at the crouching figure in front of him. His foot made contact with the Jay's head and sent him flying through the air.

Jay felt his body hit the ground beside the stage with a sickening thud. His trusty xiphos blade flew out of his hand, leaving him completely defenceless. His vision had become slightly blurry and he found himself unable to move to safety. Somewhere to his left he could hear Theresa's panicked voice shouting. Her words were completely unintelligible through the ringing in his ears.

His eyes were focussed solely on the berserk god of time who jumped off the stage with a running-leap; his scythes raised high above his head. Jay had no time to move away as the blades came down to finally reap their much sought after target...

And then, as sudden as a flash of lightning, the god of time froze in mid air; his face frozen in a terrible expression of purest loathing. In fact, the entire scene had stood still. Jay lying on the ground, Herry slamming a monster with broken table and Atlanta aiming a flamethrower at her lumbering foe; all were frozen in a seemingly endless pocket of time.

Slowly but surely their images dissolved until only a blank page with a flashing icon remained in front of the green eyed boy. He stared at the computer screen pensively and wondered how he was going to write the brave descendant of Jason out of this particular predicament. He was nearing the end of his story and found himself quite unable to decide Jay's fate. After a few moments of hard thinking he got up and walked to the kitchen to refill his cup of coffee. He sighed tiredly and thought that he would still be able to post the chapter as it was written thus far. The readers would probably think that it was a particularly nasty cliff-hanger.

He slowly sipped the steaming beverage as he returned to his room; quite unaware of the ripples of chaos that each tap of his fingers were creating

The orange truck came to a halt in front of the large brownstone building. Seven teenagers filed tiredly out into the bright light of day and slowly made their way to the front door.

"I'm really sorry Jay," Atlanta said. "I don't know why I missed that shot. I never miss! It just felt like…somebody was telling me to aim a little to the right and I…couldn't resist it."

The seven descendants were returning home from yet another battle. They were tired and, in the case of Archie and Atlanta, highly irritable. Archie had criticized Atlanta's missed shot without thinking and was now experiencing a particularly frosty shoulder.

"It's okay." Jay said as they walked through the front door. "The same thing's been happening to all of us lately. Maybe Cronus placed some sort of curse on us? Theresa, you think-"

Jay's sentence was cut off by the stern voice of an elderly woman. "You are not cursed." Hera seemed quite out of place where she stood in the hallway of the brownstone. Her grey hair was, as always, pulled back in a severe bun that was only matched by her seemingly emotionless face. The only time Jay could ever remember seeing her outside of the Titan wing was when Sybaris was on the loose. He had a feeling that, like that particular time, Hera had come to deliver grave news. "You are, however, faced with a unique predicament. It would seem that there is an unknown force interfering with your destiny."

"Well, can you tell it to stop?!" Neil screeched in irritation, while pointing at his mud-stained shirt. "This is the third shirt I've lost in one week. Do you know how expensive silk is?"

Hera gave the blonde boy, who was now staring at his reflection in a mirror, the most fleeting of annoyed glances before continuing where she had left off. "As I said, there seems to be some kind of outside force interfering with your destiny. Hermes was able to trace it to a young man currently living in Africa."

At this Hera gently flicked her hand to her right where a large, holographic image appeared in mid air. The head of a young man with light blue eyes and dirty blonde hair revolved in mid-air, staring blankly into the distance. He seemed to be around the age of seventeen and had a light tuft of hair growing on his chin.

"Nice hologram," said a young African American boy who was still standing in the doorway. He gave the aged goddess a slight smile before turning away from the image. "But how is he doing it? I thought that nobody could mess with destiny. Not even the gods…"

"We are not completely sure how he is doing it. But the boy needs to be apprehended before he causes irreversible damage. You will have to leave immediately. The journey might take very long to complete."

"Long? But Hermes' portal can get us to Russia in less than a second. Why would it take long to get to Africa?"

"This Africa will be a bit harder to reach…" Hera said, her words heavy with hidden meaning.

Odie could see that he wasn't the only one troubled by these words. Jay was rubbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger, his brow furrowed, while Herry stared confusedly at Hera as if his mind had just been wiped of all thought. Odie looked blankly at Hera, expecting to see her smiling back at him. He was sure that she would break the silence any moment by telling him it was all a big joke. Hera, however, wasn't one to tell jokes.

"This Africa?" Theresa asked slowly. "What do you mean by this Africa?"

Hera sighed tiredly. "Hermes will tell all you need to know. But you must go to him now. He will need Odie's help."

The seven teens turned around and filed back out the front door. Odie was desperately trying to figure out what Hera's words could have meant, while Jay wondered how Cronus was involved in all this.

"Great," Atlanta said in exasperation, "now we have even more work to do."

A dark haired man and an extremely aged woman were standing on an outcropping of rock in the middle of a vast lake of water. A strange luminescent glow came from the water, casting ghostly shadows over their faces. It was as if they were staring at an extremely fascinating television show in the vast darkness of water.

"What do you see witch?" the god of time asked.

"I see a young man with strange power. It ripples off of his body in waves!" Her scratchy voice had begun to rise and she was swaying on her feet as if in a drunken daze.

Cronus looked into the pool, his eyebrow arching, and sure enough he could see a young man typing furiously on a computer. He did, however, not seem to be the kind to posses any unique abilities at all. His pale blue eyes were hidden behind a tiny pair of glasses and he was a bit on the chubby side.

"Are you sure witch, does he posses any power at all?"

"There is no mistaking it! He does indeed posses a very unique ability."

"Is he an eighth hero?" Cronus asked, barely concealing the dread in his voice. "Is there a new prophecy?"

"No." The witch said flatly. "There are only seven descendants. This is something entirely different. I see that he is in a different place."

"Will he stand against me?" Cronus asked, ignoring her last cryptic sentence.

"I can't say. He may be more perceptible to darkness than most…but that is no guarantee. H might be of some use to you, though. You would be a fool to ignore his power."

Cronus' eyes flashed away from the image in the water and locked onto the witch in front of him. "You would do well to remember who you are talking to witch! You would be the fool if you betrayed me."

"I wouldn't dream of it." She said emotionlessly.

"Good." Cronus said. He turned around and started to walk away from the rock; a bridge of stone appearing from beneath his feat as he traversed the water. "Then I need you to find out where he is. We have much to do."

Thanks for being cool enough to read this chapter! Don't worry there'll be plenty of action very soon.
ALSO: reviewers are saintly people who deserve a special spot in the Elysian fields(with Jay as their host)