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A/N: Hello. I am a non-English author writing a fanfic here. Besides, I am a novice author. Review as you wish, but please take this into mind too. Until I find a beta for this story, The Grammar will most probably be poor. Thoust hath been warned. The story is in 3rd Person, like but not the same as in HoO. This story is set way after Blood of Olympus. This is Crown of Ptolemy compliant too. Only variable is the Norse ones. "Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard" is undefined, and sadly, I will be ignoring Norse here.

Time Hunters

Prologue

Nothing is the father of Chaos. It had taken Percy Jackson long, so long to learn this. Chaos was stuff; That thing was malevolent and senseless. Percy had always suspected that. Chaos was not the same as Nothing. Nothing meant no time, no material, no chaos, no limit...nothing. Not even presence. It was completely empty. Most logically, it is extremely to conclude anything when it was the only thing. Strictly speaking, it is not a thing. It is the absence of things. But there lies the hole.

There was never a thing called Nothing. There has always been something; maybe not in material. Immaterial was prevalent before Nothing, assuming that we are not taking 'before' as time.

Then was Immaterial something great? Or something long forgotten? Or is it just crap- copper-cheap, ever present and not worthy of much notice? Well, Percy had pondered long on these questions. He had even doubted the immaterial-material thing many times. But Percy had yet to reach a complete conclusion. Answers appeared only to raise more questions.

Percy was currently in a scenic Japanese architecture styled open structure, viewing the calm environment and the loitering tourists. Percy, 59, was almost the last Demigod of Camp Half Blood still alive and on Earth.

Demigods were tough. They either ascended or died. Gaia had proved a treat to what they faced when 20. Oh, the monsters were smaller, sure. Weaker than Gaia? Yes. But not foolish. Not illogical. Not defeatable. They seemed to upgrade 100 levels with each kill; none could understand their motive. Was hunger so powerful? Then why did not the poor raise in revolt every time? No, it was something else that drove these monsters, updating them to bigger levels than their own previous versions.

The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had begged the Olympians not to have any more children, to spare them this suffering. Even the Egyptian magicians had retreated under the assaults by Monsters but they occasionally appeared on the surface. But even that was now a rairity since they were not connected anymore. The onslaught by the monsters never ceased. Until now, So many Demigods had never lived this long in a single alliance.

But this proved to be a bad idea. The Monsters seemed to know better each time; the last time he had fought one, it used anti sword fighting techniques and fear-loyalty auras. Percy had learned to flee monsters and he was not ashamed of it. God knew what the Norse and the others had been subjected to.

Calling an end to all resistance, The Demigods of Greece and Rome had given up and demanded admittance to live in Mount Olympus. The Olympians, finding the surviving Demigods none the less worthy of it, reluctantly agreed. Demigods were no more an ever fighting tragedy. Nope. They were retired persons, those of them still alive. The Egyptians had gone to live with their gods in a weird hybrid Duat where they had formed a strong hold. Unfortunately, communications with them had ceased on all fronts.

But Percy had not gone that way, along with a very few others. Annabeth lived in Mount Olympus. But Percy roamed the Universe as he liked. The reason was thus.

Once, Percy had pondered how time had come into existence. Then, by some string of thought, had wondered why bloodlust, once created, could not be ceased easily. He had proceeded to think why Kronos had not killed other Protogonoi (Direct emergers from Chaos). Surely, with that Scythe, he could have killed Pontus, the Protogonus of the sea? Nyx? Did he not want power anymore? Kronos did not seem the type to repent Ouranos's death. What about Thanatos, Death itself? Did not Kronos want more control? The Scythe seemed powerful enough to kill anyone below Gaia herself.

Percy had given this a lot of thought. He had also researched the word Chronos (The Protogonus of Time). Modern people distinguished that guy from Kronos, the Titan. It was believed that Gaia had named her son after him. But Percy wondered how Kronos was named master of time. Kronos did not mean 'Master of Time'. It meant 'Time'. Percy had taken some time to put two and two together.

Chronos had been the Protogonoi of Time, representing its debatably inevitable and doubtfully unidirectional progress. Kronos had, in his bloodlust and quest for more power over time, killed old Chronos and taken his powers, adding that to his own menial power over time.

Percy had analysed his own experience with Titans and Gods. While capable of many things, they seemed to have meek power or, even powerless, over another equal's domain. They also seemed to pale before a higher claim. For example, Poseidon, his father, was the god of the sea. But when Oceanus had attacked him, he seemed stretched to the extreme, though all Oceanus had done was simply sit in his chariot, swimming around his father's defences. And, Poseidon had simply no authority in the underworld.

Percy had also observed the other Titans. The Lord of the South and The Lord of the East were practical jokes, with regard to absolute power. Oh, certainly powerful, they were. But they were not the masters of what they claimed to rule. He was sure Gaia also had limitations. How come she has power over land crust but not the sea crust? He had researched this and drawn accounts from Braires, who had seen Gaia when she had been alive and awake. She could not control the whole earth. She could neither enter sky nor sea without the formers' permissions. She did not have the power of Gravity either, while her Giant sons did not have any power to defeat anything except gods. Then how come Kronos, the youngest Titan was powerful enough to be the 'Master of Time'?

'Kronos' had killed 'Chronos'. That was the only possible thing. But even Kronos did not seem to be able to use the vast powers he must have obtained. Kronos had much power over time, but did not seem to grasp its full potential either. Besides, what kind of Time-master wasted time?

Percy had pondered on this issue deeply. There had been something that limited Kronos. Something had stopped him from using it. But that issue was not solvable by intelligent thought anymore and neither by interrogation. Kronos had lost will and passed into the Void.

But his powers had remained scattered. The demigods had argued and fought half-heartedly over this problem of scattered powers of the ancient being, but they had ultimately given everything up. Only the Hunters of Artemis even kept an eye for them now.

Percy, analyzing what it could represent, his still half formed theories, wild but sure and true, had prompted him to do otherwise. He had refrained from spending the rest of his life on Mount Olympus. Annabeth and the others had cried and had been real sad, but Percy was not to be moved. There was something he could sense that he had to do, even as he had descended from the elevator for the last time, in his 30s.

For about a decade, he had searched for the scattered pieces, for vanity in the extreme degree. It was not until he developed a new thinking methodology that he could even get a lead. Percy had foolishly searched for physical pieces. He should have known better. When so much was immaterial in mortal life, why not divine power?

At first, Percy had no idea about Immaterial. But he had come to know of the Immaterial, that even Protogonoi looked through at times. The first clue had been the mist. What exactly was it? After a great deal of investigation, mainly by thought, he had concluded that the Mist was a self-invoked divide; A will to separate two different levels of reality. Monsters were just as real in the mortal world as in the supernatural one. Except, they had no form in the former. They were immaterial in it. Percy had analysed this scientifically, thinking out each process, leaving out none. The infinite levels of the Duat were most similar to this mist.

Slowly, another level of mist, another kind of curtain, had been removed. This was the base of the Duat, the sea of chaos. He had seen through it, probably the only one to sense it after Apophis. He could 'see' a different level of reality. A reality of knowledge, pure and pristine; one of Order and simple presence; a new kind of certainty. This was how the new world could be described at best.

This new perspective had proved to be dead useful. It was how there could be something and yet there be no time. Absence of material yet the presence of something else. The key to the huge mystery that Percy had laid an ant's finger on. Immateriality was the hidden face of the Universe.

In no time, Percy solved the Time problem. Just becoming aware of the real situation gave him instant power, for knowledge is power. The Power of time was accessible by anybody, especially by mortals who could manage their time effectively. This power was just an extension of it, though much, much larger in size, by comparison. Percy had taken years to explore the avenues of everything he could explore. Percy had, gradually, taken control of Time. No being, immaterial or material had ever grasped their element, as he, a mere mortal, completely took over his new element: Time.

The memories of the older Chronos/Kronos-es also came to light, as he learnt his powers. Chronos had been a bald fool and Kronos a spoiled brat. Neither had delved into immaterial; both had been enthralled by material and had never realized the full potential over Time. But Percy had not done that mistake and reaped the benefits of it. Percy mockingly crowned himself the Third Ch-K-ronos.

Percy had never thought of becoming his own grandfather. Well, congratulations. He had just won the future bet he was going to place that one can('t) be his/her own grandfather.

He had delightedly vented his discovery to Annabeth at Olympus. But he had not got the reaction he had expected. She believed that he had resurrected Kronos and hosted Kronos himself, or that 'Seaweed Brain' had been tricked and was now under lock and key of Kronos's. She even threatened that he better keep his head down, or the whole of Olympus would rise against him, this time to send him into Chaos. Percy had been disappointed over this. He had received more or less similar, but less violent reactions from the other five of the ol' team. Only Grover had been lightly puzzled, as if trying to connect two dots a mile apart.

Percy was proud of Grover. As the Lord of the Wild, he had not wasted his time. He had always been a late bloomer. Grover would learn. But the others would not. Leo, if he had still been around, would have cooked up some joke and cooled it somewhat. But, unfortunately, as far as Percy knew, he had either dissolved to Chaos or was in some stasis state. His powers told him that the latter was closer. He had, with Nico's help, in his youth, turned the underworld upside down in search for Leo. They found no Leo Valdez, even in the isles of Blest. He had been surprised to see Luke there though. He had already died a hero twice.

Killing Kronos had been the third death. He had achieved Bliss and was slowly being pulled back into immaterial. The heroes at the isles were more close to understanding the whole immaterial world than Percy could ever achieve. Luke would be better one day too. But alas, not the live demigods of the present. The gods had not been informed of his current position.

But one advantage was that monsters had then become no problem. In his new eyes, monsters were something more like parasites. He cut them from the roots, ridding himself of every spore; Monsters could simply not exist around Percy for a thousand miles. Actually, under the span of his mind, no thought, unless he allowed it, could exist. That was the level of control Percy had achieved.

Percy had made a plan. It was not going to benefit anyone if he alone discovered this and the rest perished. Everyone had to know this; He, alone, could not succeed. He needed help. He sorely missed his comrades' intellects and wits. Especially those of Annabeth. Percy made a plan. Percy took a leaf out of Napoleon Bonaparte's book and assured himself that nothing was impossible.

He made a plan to go back in time.

He spent hours on Physics, trying to scoop up some possible ripple effect he would not usually think of, or some antimatter problem that would end the Universe; He would take up Calligraphy and practice double handed writing, in hopes that both his half-brains would think effectively. Percy had established a routine for his 50s and made many improvements to his plans. By time the plan was Omega-ed, he had spent a decade on it.

His final plan was mostly flawless, except that a lot of variables were undefined once he went to the past. He had to think of each and every step, or he would definitely lose advantage. Lucius-Kronos had paltry control over time and could hardly fight for control, especially if Kronos did not know immaterialism, as Percy suspected.

Stepping into the raised dais in the open Japanese-styled structure, Percy took a last look at The world he was to leave. He had a goal. He needed to accomplish it and he had the means. He would not lose this opportunity. Goodbye, Definition. Time is no more thought of as unidirectional, as far as Percy was concerned. With a breeze, Percy disappeared from view.

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