Disclaimer: I don't own anything by Rick Riordan; the idea was given to me by Zanark Santhanus.

Ch. 1

There was a small cry coming from Apollo's tent. A woman with light brown hair and color-changing eyes laid exhausted on the bed. Sweat made her hair cling to her face. The goddess of love and beauty Aphrodite had just given birth to a baby boy with jet black hair and kaleidoscopic eyes. He would grow up to be a ladies' man if she had anything to do with it. She looked up when the curtains moved aside, and a small smile appeared on her face. His father with messy jet black hair and sea green eyes had just walked in.

"He looks a lot like you, Poseidon." Aphrodite said, raising the infant for his father to hold him.

Poseidon, the god of the seas, earthquakes, and storms, let out a small laugh. His child was giggling and trying to grab his beard. Poseidon and Aphrodite spent the next half-hour relaxing with their newborn, knowing that the pleasant atmosphere would be gone soon. Lightning flashed, signaling that their time together was up. Poseidon stood up to leave.

"Do you really have to go through with it?" Aphrodite asked, her eyes downcast.

"As much as I don't like this, I have to. It is the only way to keep the peace that Oceanus will accept." Poseidon answered. "And you have been promised to one of Zeus's offspring because of his mistrust in you."

Poseidon gave Aphrodite a small kiss before exiting the tent. Once Poseidon left, Aphrodite allowed her tears to fall. She was beginning to fall in love with him when Zeus, who had been king for only a year, announced Poseidon's impending marriage with Oceanus's daughter Amphitrite. Poseidon looked furious, while Zeus looked smug. Hera then later approached her and told Aphrodite about what Zeus wanted from her. Hera looked apologetically at Aphrodite as she broke the news to her: Zeus wanted her to be married to one of his children. Aphrodite and Hera were close, and Hera knew about her and Poseidon's relationship. Aphrodite remembered feeling like her heart shattered on that day.

The baby started squirming in his mother's arms, shaking her from the memories. He gave her a small smile as if he was trying to cheer her up. She gave him a teary-eyed smile. She would still have their child as a daily reminder of the time they shared.

"We'll be fine. Won't we, Damen." She said, kissing her baby boy on his head.

AN: What do you guys think so far?