Class of the Titans is/was a Canadian television show that does not belong to me! I'm just playing in the neglected toy box! Think of this as continuing the show into season three...

Update: Yeah, just noticed that the whole first page was missing. Not that it was important, but it kinda sets the scene and all...

Chapter 1

There hadn't been a nicer day in a long time. It was finally warm again. Everything was green and in bloom. And a select seven were enjoying the day in the garden behind their dorm. Once in the garden, you'd almost never believe that you were actually in the middle of a large city. Instead it made you feel like you were at a villa in Greece. That was exactly how they liked it.

Jay, a boy of seventeen with wavy brown hair and a winning smile, was seated at an outdoor chess table. Across from him, his friend Odie was sitting with his chin in his left hand while his right hand ran over the dark dreadlocks atop his head. Odie was known as the smartest of the group, but that didn't mean he was going to underestimate his friends in a game.

Out on the small square of grass beyond the slate stone path through the yard, was Neil. The blonde teenager was happily lounged back on a chair to tan while sipping a glass of lemonade. Somehow he always managed and even tan. Or at least, when others weren't bothering him with water balloons he did.

"HEY!" He yelped as the burst of water hit him squarely on the forehead. He angrily whipped off his sunglasses and glared at the two standing beneath the large maple tree. "These are designer, you know? And water works like a magnifying glass! I can't have only speckles of tan!"

"Sorry, Neil," the redhead said, even though she didn't hide her grin.

Archie smirked at her, another water balloon in his hand. This caught her eye and she gave him a challenging look. "Wanna try again?" she asked.

"There is no try," Archie said, tilting his chin upward as Neil often did—though it seemed to be less profound with purple hair. "You're as good as hit, Atlanta."

Atlanta raised an eyebrow at him and, before he could even lift his hand, she was off at a run—going faster than any other known human. That didn't stop Archie, though. If anything, it made him more determined to with the water war.

He watched the blur of Atlanta dart around the yard several times before she slowed in front of the stand alone garage. That was when he threw the balloon. Atlanta was too quick, though, and was already gone before the water balloon could have hit her shoulder.

Instead, the bursting of the water balloon was accompanied by a shriek of surprise. "What the—!" Theresa pulled her long dampened reddish-blonde hair behind her ear before she caught sight of the stunned thrower and continued to yell, "Archie!"

"Woops," Archie said, with a small laugh and a shrug. "Sorry, Theresa. I was aiming for Atlanta."

"Yeah, great aim," Atlanta chided as she leaned against the tree.

Archie shot her a glare. Theresa took the distraction as an advantage, concentrating on the garden hose nearby. Instantly the hose came on full-blast and aimed itself, spraying both Archie and Atlanta with water.

Once again the air was filled with shrieks, including Neil's.

While the four were fighting for control of the garden hose, the last of their group came out from the kitchen with a large subway sandwich. He watched the fun for a minute or so, then wandered over to Odie and Jay.

"Check-mate," Odie said, swapping out Jay's piece with his.

Jay sighed and dropped back in his chair. "You beat me again," he groaned.

Odie shrugged as he adjusted his glasses and grinned. "No surprise there."

Jay rolled his eyes, then looked up. "Hey, Herry," he said. "Lunch?"

"Yep," Herry said, taking a large bite. Jay and Odie laughed.

"Isn't it great to have days like this?" Archie asked, coming across the pathway towards them. He, Atlanta, and Teresa were drenched, but smiling.

"Yeah, nothin to do but relax," Herry agreed and took another bite.

Jay said nothing, but it was easy to tell what he was thinking. There was no way it could be this quiet. It was a well known fact that the seven weren't normal. Few people actually knew the truth, but one who did was Cronus. An angry and evil god who'd been locked up for centuries, Cronus was determined to stop the seven before they stopped him from taking over the world.

Each of the teens had backgrounds, ancestors in what's thought of as Greek Myth, which gave them abilities surpassing all of their classmates. Atlanta had ties to Artemis. Archie was the descendant of Achilles. Herry was directly linked to Hercules. Theresa was related to the hero Theseus, while Neil was just like Narcissus and Odie proved he was a descendant of Odysseus.

Jay had found out on one occasion that he looked exactly like his relative, Jason of the Argonauts.

None of it added up, as far as he was concerned. He knew he had a tendency to over think things, but the lack of conflict over the past few days was leaving Jay anxious.

"Oh come on," Theresa's voice cut into his thoughts. "I know that look. It's ok to have a normal few days, you know."

"Yeah," Atlanta agreed. "Like a vacation!"

"Now there's an idea," Neil's voice came from his lawn chair. "Except I'd prefer a vacation in, oh, say, the Caribbean. Or any beach, really."

There was a murmur of agreement.

"You know," Odie said slowly, the look of a plan forming in his eyes. "We could ask if we can use the portal..."

"Do you think they'd let us?" Atlanta asked, glancing at each of her friends in excitement.

"I don't see why not," Theresa said. "The least we could do is ask Hera."

It wasn't long before the whole group was in on the idea. Eventually Jay was even up for it. "Alright," he said finally. "Let's ask if we can go tomorrow."

...

She was tall, though not overly so, and had been dancing since she was three. She'd only been doing gymnastics for twelve years, but even so—running like she was now should not burn her lungs this badly. Her blonde hair was coming out of it's braid, making long strands of the golden color fly into her face every time the wind blew across her path. She was only glad that the hair directly above her forehead was cut short so she could see.

It took another half a mile, maybe less, for her to realize she needed to stop—just to get a drink, if nothing else. Her throat felt like it was charred.

To her left was a closed bakery and video store. On her right was the parking garage. Downtown was definitely a good place to hide.

Judging her options, she glanced over her shoulder. She couldn't tell if the monsters were still behind her, but it was probably better not to take chances

Her legs felt like lead, but she forced herself to start running again. She was going slower now, which wasn't good, but it only was only twenty yards or so to the garage. Once she ducked under the security bar, she forced herself to go further and hid under the up-ramp.

She closed her eyes and put a hand over her heart, hoping somehow that might help it slow to a normal pace. After a few seconds passed, she finally felt like she wouldn't gag on an attempt to drink some water and pulled out the bottle she'd brought in her backpack.

The luke-warm liquid almost made her gag, but at least it was there to race down her throat. Just a few more minutes like this and she's be ready for the next stretch. But as she finished a second gulp, a sound reached her ears that made her skin go cold.

"Harper?" a menacing voice called into the darkness of her hiding place. "Harper?"

She silently recapped her water and hid it away in her backpack.

"I know you're in there," the man growled.

Fighting down a shiver, Harper shouldered her backpack and shifted from kneeling to a crouch. If her instincts were right, she'd better be ready to run.

The ground shook slightly. Twice. One of the brutes were still with him. She didn't know what they were exactly, they were way too large to be human, but there was no way they could be anything other than human this far from New Olympia...right?

"You're trying my patience, Harper," the man's voice echoed through the empty garage. "I am not one you want to go against."

As if, Harper thought, making sure her shoelaces were tied tightly. She couldn't get out the way she'd come in, but at the far end she knew she could get to the bay. Maybe she wasn't the fastest runner, but she was willing to bet that she was better at sea than these jerks.

"I know what you want, Harper," the man said, she could hear his footsteps on the cement. "And I can give it to you."

The thought of running was blown from her mind. What she wanted? How could he know what she wanted? She didn't even know what she wanted. Or, well, at least nothing that a person could give.

"I've been watching you, Harper," the man said. "I know you want to save your grandfather."

"My gran—." Harper covered her mouth, mentally kicking herself for slipping up. When she didn't hear anything, though, she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he hadn't heard her.

It was only too late when she realized that she was wrong.

The sound of her terrified gasp was no match for the deafening sound of the ramp being torn apart. The next thing she knew, Harper was being lifted into the air by a pair of very large hands to be held in front of a man who resonated power. She was sure she'd never seen him before, if nothing else she'd definitely have remembered the evil glint in his eyes. It was probably enough to give her nightmares.

"Ah, there you are, Harper," he said, a cruel smirk coming to his face. "I must say, you look nothing like your ancestor, Prince Hector of Troy."

Harper glared at him. "What do you want?"

"I have an offer for you," he continued, apparently at ease with having Harper dangling in the air. "And, if you value your grandfather's life, you'd be wise to do as I say."

"Where's Papa?" she demanded. "What have you done with him?"

"Oh, nothing," the man said with a chuckle. "At least, not yet."

"Yet?" Harper repeated. Her blood was boiling. Noone messed with her family and got away with it.

With one swift kick, she knocked herself out of the giant's hands. Landing on the floor, Harper's hand flew to the dagger in the side of her bag. She'd barely gotten it out of it's sheath when a flash of light threw her backward against the wall, making her crumple out of breath.

"Now don't get any ideas, child," the man said, somehow looking even more menacing as he approached her. He waved a hand and soon a larger giant held her nearly five feet off the ground. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

"Maybe not, but all I can see is a grown man who's scared of a teenager beating him," Harper spat.

The man's eyes darkened, but he gave a forced laugh. "If anything, you should be afraid of what I can do."

Harper stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then stiffened. "Cronus!"

"In the flesh," he said, an evil grin coming to his face. "Now as I was saying, I need you to visit some old friends of your's."

"What are you talking about?" Harper demanded. Her stomach felt like it was twisted in knots and she was beginning to think her leg was cramping.

"I'm talking about you returning," Cronus said, starting towards the exit.

"Returning where?" Harper asked quietly while she was carried behind him.

Cronus let out a laugh that instantly made her not want to know.

"Why, to school, or course," he said, glancing over his shoulder at her. "Where else?"