…You all knew this was coming! I figured it was about time I took a shot at one of these! Hope ya'll enjoy this! I'll update my other stuff as inspiration comes!

I don't own Percy Jackson! If I did, Thalia's name would have actually been Thalia in the second movie, and not Talia! How did they mess that up anyway?!

Kay enjoy! :D

Amphitrite had put up with a lot over the past few millennium. She'd watched, angry and helpless, as her husband had sired child after child behind her back. Of course, one thing she was particularly known for was her hatred of demigods, but what could someone expect?! Her own husband betrayed her repeatedly! She'd kept out of their way mostly; demigod interventions had little interest to her. Poseidon never gave her a true explanation- why was he not happy with her? Why did he always have to go chasing after those blasted mortal tramps?! They had a perfectly good son here in Atlantis- and if he truly wanted, surely they could have another! Why did he need more? She'd hoped that when the oath to prevent the prophecy was taken, he'd perhaps show some self-control and maybe love her a little more.

And for eighty years- eighty short, wonderful years- he had. He hadn't even looked at another woman. She'd enjoyed it very much, feeling as if, perhaps, maybe this would mend their relationship.

Then he showed up with this- this thing!

So what if the child's mother had died- it was forbidden by the Ancient Laws for direct interference, and this was about as direct as it could get! Not to mention the fact that the brat wasn't their problem.

And what he did just steamed her more.

He may have been her husband, but he was also the king. That gave him, by default, power and command over every living thing down under the ocean. Any order he gave she must follow.

So of course he just had to order her to watch the rotten brat!

He'd gone off to discuss matters with his brother on Olympus- and she honestly hopes her brother-in-law would incinerate it on the spot!

Amphitrite had no choice but to swim back and forth in the hastily designed nursery, her own version of pacing. Every time she swam by, she glared heavily into the tiny cradle made of coral in the center of the room. Tucked under the glowing sea silk blankets lay a baby demigod, merely hours old. His name was engraved in a plaque on the cradles' end.

"Perseus." Hissed the sea queen bitterly. "My husband is the worst kiss up of the last millennia!"

She continued muttering angrily to herself, taking every ounce of her self control not to strangle him. She knew deep down, it wasn't the baby's fault. It was her husband, and that blasted mortal woman! But she had to take it out on someone, and her husband wasn't hearing it.

She stopped to about her hundredth lap across the room, placing her hands on the edge of the bassinet. Invisible tears sprang to her eyes. "Why must you look so much like my beloved…?" she asked. Indeed, he was a spitting image of his father; the same complexion, traces of the same jet black hair. "It would make looking at you less poisonous!"

The child stirred at her raised turned. Wriggling minimally, as he had yet to learn how to use his body, the newborn jerked his arms once, before his eyes fluttered open. Amphitrite winces; yes, her husband's eyes too. The same sparkling sea green.

The child blinked its eyes once, new vision still blurry even without the water, before promptly scrunching up his face and starting to wail.

Startled, his stepmother could only stare a moment. "O- Oh dear…" even if he was the living embodiment of her spouses' betrayal, he really couldn't be blamed for his fathers' mistakes… and she had been ordered to watch over him… "Oh, well…" sighing in defeat, she gently slid her hands into the crib, her skin meeting his silky smooth new skin, gently lifting her stepson into her arms. The baby quieted slightly, and continued whimpering into her sea silk top. "There there…" she began rubbing his back with one hand, hesitant. "There there now Perseus, no need to cry... hush now, no need to cry…"

So tiny… so fragile! It had been a few thousand years since she'd handled a baby, let alone a new born! She'd forgotten how fragile and insignificantly small they seemed! Especially when they were puzzled up against you in such a fashion, with their brand new skin, so smooth and soft…

Her eyes softened a fraction. "Perhaps… come along Perseus." Exiting the nursery, she made her way to the cooking quarters. Of course, as gods, they normally dined on ambrosia and nectar, but enjoyed good old-fashioned greek dish every now and again. "Cooks!" she called. Immediately the squad of mermaids gave sweeping bows to her, some eyeing the baby in her arms curiously. News of their king's demigod son's presence had spread quickly. "Warm milk" she ordered. "And a bottle fit for nursing, until I find a suitable nursemaid."

"Ah, y-yes mam."

When they'd received what they came for, Amphitrite found herself back in the nursery, feeding her stepson. It had been a long time, again, but she fared alright. "There now…" she stroked his hair, also silky, as he worked hungrily on the bottle. "That's good…"

Amphitrite smiled. A true, genuine smile. Perhaps… perhaps she could learn to love the little demigod. Perhaps.

There! There's my introduction! Hope ya'll liked it! This will, of course, lead up to Nico and Thalia… oh come! We all know everyone has seen this kind of story. This is my prologue thing. I'll continue if I get a positive result please review!