Hey guys, my name's Katie and I'm just an awkward person who is trying to write fanfiction. Criticism is accepted but flames go to Lady Hestia. Enjoy.

My Little Butterfly

A crisp of fresh air gushed through the Queens chamber. Her blond hair flowed freely in rhythm with the soft breeze that accompanied Olympus night. Her celestial blue irises stared longingly at nothing; the stars glowed, making her porcelain face a mask of sadness and hurt. Her King had cheated yet again on her. the same month, he had managed to knock up two mortal women and three weeks earlier, a baby girl was born. Queen Hera hated her instantly. The child looked way too much like her cheating husband. Her eyes assembled a sky full of tempest, her black hair shone with fierceness and freckles adorned her delicate perfect nose. The mortal and her King decided to call her Thalia; like the muse. Lady Hera thought that her immortal friend would be royally offended; but as soon as the news reached her, she beamed with happiness and scrambled off to tell everyone who would listen.

The Queen of Heavens sighed and let her mind drift into the anger that after all these eons; Zeus hasn't figured out her desire for a child. She wanted a child worth of Olympus crown and pride, a child brave of heart and kind by fault; loyal to death and beautiful as the stars that ornamented Olympus skies at night. But everyone was too occupied in their own lives that no one cared enough to hear their Queens opinions, but she's learned to accept it. The loneliness that once filled her heart is now dumb and she doesn't feel it anymore nor does she let it show. And for the scarce and none who ask, she doesn't let her emotions and thoughts show not because she is rough and cold. It is because she is a Queen. And as ruler of Olympus, she has to be strong and bold; her reward is the kingdom's joy and the welfare of her people. –Or so, that has come to be Queen Hera's immortal life.

[Break]

Far away by the ocean's side, the stars witnessed the birth of yet another child of the God of the Skies. A woman of chocolate waves and soft touch laid in her bed holding a baby boy. A man watched the pair where he knelt by the old bed, watching with pride the big puppy eyes that looked at him and the room in wonder. His son had his mother's crystal eyes, but the tuft of raven hair was totally his. The baby seemed to take everything in with excitement and giddiness; from the floral design of the bedsheets to the curtains, the handmade lamp sitting in the nightstand and the face of his parents. The man smiled and clutched her lover's fragile hand. "I'll make sure he has everything he'll need throughout his life."

The woman smiled sadly and looked at her baby boy. Their baby boy. "I wish you could stay" She said.

"Sally, you know I can't, but-" The young woman shushed him and kissed him tenderly on his cheek.

"I know you can't. You're very important and the world might crumble if Olympus finds out about us. I would never ask such a thing from you, love. That would only endanger our son's life even more."

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Sally."

"It's okay, we are both going to be fine Zeus." She reassured him, but he was still worried about them. About Thalia and the things that his enemies would do to hurt him. They were fragile and his days were counted. Only a snap of a thread could end their lives. It could be the bite of a poisonous animal, or they could trip in the bathroom, or they could hit their head with a wall and that's it. Mortals were something fragile, and he understood that perfectly along the years with the demigod children he had sired and the lovers he had lost. He only wished The Fates were kind on him and turn a blind eye on the affairs he just committed. He hoped his children could make it to their sixteenth birthday to accomplish the prophecy and preserve Olympus. He just hoped.

[Break]

Not so far from the humble cabin; enveloped in darkness, a man with enraged eyes and clenched fists watched the exchange between the God and the mortal. His anger could be seen in the thin line of his lips and his quick heartbeat. Long time ago, the father of the new born that laid a few feet from him killed mercilessly his mortal lover and almost got to his children. He plotted many ways to get revenge against the cruel man that called himself King of Olympus. He would give him a small sample of what he did that day. He promised himself that no harm would come to the children, but that didn't spare the King's lovers. When he set his mind and his heart was satisfied with the thought of avenging his beloved Maria's death, he left like dust in a barren field.

[Break]

After closing the balcony's door, the Queen climbed on her bed and closed her eyes, dreaming of colorful woods, a young man about fifteen riding a black stallion. His eyes were big and bright; next to him, a girl with long, ebony locks with a golden laurel crown rode in a white mare. They laughed joyfully and Lady Hera felt her heart flutter in her chest even though she didn't know the young siblings.
In the exact moment the children turned their heads in her direction, she froze. The eyes of both of them assembled the sky. The girl's were thunder, and the boy's were clear sky. The dimples of their cheeks were unmistakable alike hers and the mischief on their presence was clearly her husband's. The siblings just smiled at her and continued to their destination.

And once again, Queen Hera awoke in her bed alone.