Part 1 T.O.F. (Titan Of Fear)

(You would not belive how much this story change >.< its beginning to annoy me)

There is a war thats been waging. Between Gods and Titans. Century after century has passed as it has weaved its way through mortal wars. It started before the Trojan war. This war hasn't been finished, hasn't been beaten. It lays unannounced and untouched by mortal's hand.
Lightning struck in the heavy clouds that were full with rain. Each drop making its own puddle.
A war more bloody then the civil war approaching.
The girl's black hair swirled around her in the howling wind. She put the black helmet on and turned her back to the cliffs. The waves rasping at the bottom, shaking the ground, reminding her the power Poseidon possessed.
It may be easier to explain from the beginning

(no this is not a note from me. its part of the story. just thought id make that clear... I loves you VNV Nation! ^-^ my hands are so cold today ugh. -_-")

The streets below were burning. A teenager with golden-sand hair backed up. His vibrant blue eyes shone odly in thee firelight. His helm tucked under his left arm. He turned, heading for Zeus's palace. With each stride, his armor 'clank'ed on the stone ground.
He turned a corner and almost tripped over a small child. He blinked. He'd never seen her before, she wasn't a goddess. He was about to demand who she was, when she shot of.
He reached for her arm, his mind scrambled "Wha-WAIT!" the helmet fell and he went after her.
She jumped over railing, and landed on the landing below. She stumbled and toppled over, then stood and ran again. Apollo watched her, eyes wide. He turned abruptly and headed towards Zeus's palace again.
He threw open the doors and entered. "Father."
Zeus was staring at maps. "Hmm?"
Apollo walked towards him "I think i found a spy."
That made him freeze and turn to face him. "Who?"
"This...girl." He was deep in thought and made an esimate of how tall she was with his hands. "She...uh..."
Zeus lost intrest. "Find your uncle." He turned back to the maps.
"B-" He sighed. "Yes father." He bowed, turned, and left. Heading towards the throne room. He opened the doors, the hearth had black flames in it. The girl was sitting next to it.
Apollo silently moved behind the nearest throne, peeking around the corner and watching her.
"Apollo," Poseidon's voice whispered close by. He looked up and noticed him sitting behind the next throne. 'Who is she?' he mouthed.
Apollo shrugged.
'Why does she have you helmet?'
His eyes widened, he looked again and noticed his helmet next to her, he stood slowly.
"Don't," He hissed.
Apollo didn't listen. He walked over to the girl. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him.
He stared down, not sure what his face looked like. He noticed the gold eyes and hissed. Kronos must be controling her he thought. "Who. Are. You?" He repeated.
She stood and held the helm out to him.
He didn't attemt to take it.
"Σας πέσει αυτό"
He blinked, "You know greek?"
nod.
"Can you spell your name?"
"Μπορώ μόνο να πω αυτό. έχει:Phearia."
He blinked. "Phearia?"
She nodded.