I do not own greek mythology

Prologue

A light breeze blew through her hair; as a baby squirmed and then fussed in her arms. "Shh," she whispered covering up his face with a blanket and pulling him closer to her chest. Her heart was pounding hard as she ran faster and faster through the thick trees, not quite sure where she was going. But she knew what she was looking for. She knew what she had to do.

She stumbled into a clearing, the sky was darkening. Thunder rolled and a few drops of rain fell. He knew. Standing a hundred feet away was her mother, Gaia. "Mother," she breathed. Relaxing a little she took the swaddle off of the baby's head, gently kissing him on the forehead.

"Rhea," her mother turned to face her. Her face was internally young although her once dark hair was turning ash colored. Her sparkling blue eyes pierced into Rhea with kindness and understanding. They stared at each other for what seemed like years, before being brought back to the present by the sound of a new born baby's squeal of joy.

Gaia's eyes darted down to the infant in her daughter's arms. "Let me see him," she said, holding out her arms to take the baby. Hesitantly Rhea handed her son over.

"He's smaller than the others," Gaia commented.

"He looks like his father with the white hair and blue eyes," Rhea retorted. A sad smile crossed her face. Gaia noticed.

"You love him don't you," she asked.

Rhea only nodded.

"You're a fool Rhea. He knows, look at the sky-" Gaia was cut off by a three popping noises behind them. Three ugly old women stood tall. Wrinkles woven around there faces, black eyes sent shudders down the backs of others. Their gray cold hands could stop a beating heart within seconds. The Fates.

"He knows, yes, he is aware that the baby's been born," the Fate on the right spoke.

"But a fool you are not, Rhea," the Fate in on the left praised.

"Give me the baby," the Fate in the middle demanded. Without a second thought
Gaia gave her the baby.

All three of them place a hand on the baby's abdomen, their eyes glowed a sickly yellow, the wind picked up around them causing the baby's blanket to flutter, and spoke in unison, "His name will be Zeus, he will free his siblings and with their help, together they over throw their father. One day he will be king of the gods. But one mistake will force him to lose all."

"Who will take care of him till he is ready," the Fate in the middle asked.

"I will," Gaia answered.

"So be it," the middle Fate handed the baby back to Gaia. Then they were gone.

Gaia looked over at Rhea, "What is you plan?"

"With the blanket Zeus I wrapped in now, I'll wrap a rock in it. So I smells like him, and give it to Cronus to swallow. He will never know the difference."

"I hope it works, here," Gaia handed Rhea the blanket baby Zeus was wrapped in and walked away.

Rhea smiled, "He'll be king of the gods."