PROLOGUE

Yo! How have you guys doing? I know this is sudden but I'm rewriting "The Daughter of Poseidon" Fanfiction. Why? Because:

First: After I re-read my Indonesian version of my story, I realized that Sophie, my OC, character's development is very poor. I just realized that I have made her so weird and all after re-reading it.

Second: My plot mostly centered around my OCs, while I'm sure that even though I used OCs, I'm sure most- no, ALL of the readers prefer to see out lovely saints more often, whereas in my story there is one chapter that did not include any saints at all.

Third: Lame romance scenes. Yeah, I have a weakness on that one. You don't just go and having love on first sight just like that -_-.

That's why I thought I re-write this, hopefully that the re-write version is better.

Now, onto the story!

"Everyone has to start somewhere,' he says, his eyes dark and smoldering, his fingers seeking the scar on my face.
The one on my forehead. The one that's hidden under my bangs. The one he has no way of knowing about.
'Even Picasso had a teacher.' He smiles, withdrawing his hand and the warmth that came with it, returning to his painting, as I remind myself to breathe."
―Alyson Noel,Evermore

Shooting stars had their own meanings in people opinions. Some said that one could bring good news. Another said that it was a bad omen. But the most common one is that; shooting stars could grant wishes.

"Just say it three times and I shall grant it for you."

That, perhaps what a shooting star would say if it could actually spoke. A belief that has been in people's heart and mind this entire time, but began to crumble as the time passes by. Not many people depending on their dreams anymore in this era, it's better and more realistic to see and believe the real world and reality, after all, reality is cruel. Dreams would only crush you in the end.

Libra Dohko on the other hand, believes that shooting star is a symbol of a new beginning. The holder of the Libra Gold Cloth always believed that shooting star is a beginning of a new story. Either it is a bad one or a good one, is still a mystery. He sat quietly on his usual spot and stared at the starry sky.

"I didn't think I would have a guest tonight," He said, "But then, you always came without announcing your presence, isn't that so?" He turned to find himself greeted by an old man. That man was very tall, about 170 cm. He has a long white hair which was held in a single thick braid and a long beard also. He wore a grey long robe, hiding whatever clothing he put on, on his body. He looked about 60 or so and has friendly smile on his face.

"Prometheus, the Thief of Fire." Dohko said.

Prometheus gave him a small chuckle, "I prefer God of Afterthought or God of Trickster thank you." He said as he sat and placed himself on a spot next to Dohko.

"Why, may I ask, my friend, you came in such a fragile form?" Dohko asked, seeing his friend. As a God, Prometheus has the ability to change in any form he wants since Gods are not allowed to show their real, divine form to humans.

"So that you'd feel at ease. Usually, humans prefer to speak to someone their age." Prometheus said.

Dohko chuckled, "Then you were trying to implying that I am old?"

"Perhaps." Prometheus replied. He looked up, "Ah shooting star… sometimes I wonder whether it brings the good or the bad." He said.

Dohko chuckled. It was not a strange thing anymore that his friend always came out of nowhere like this and said weird things that sometimes even Dohko didn't get what he was trying to say. Perhaps due to the fact that his past was not all that good, and the fact that Dohko served one of the Olympians Gods – which Promotheus despised very much – Prometheus never really believed in anyone, not even Dohko for that matter, even though they have been friends for years. He never told anyone what exactly he is thinking of and always said it in the most confusing manner, in riddles or in poetic ways, which is in Dohko's opinion is even worse than all those haikus and poems Apollo gave to him years ago.

"Whatever that is, let's just hope for the best." Dohko said.

Prometheus didn't answer him. Even if he said so, the wheel has already turned. In which direction he could already guessed. This is part of the reason he despised the Olympians. None of them able to clean up their own mess rightfully. Due to what Hercules had done to him in the past, Prometheus has grew fond of the heroes and heroines. It pained him to see that the Olympians now no longer paying attention to them just because of the fact that now they had their own knights in shining armor and Prometheus hate that.

The Olympians are the source of their existence in this world.

They are the one who came down to earth and bore the heroes by having intimate relationship –or whatever you want to call it – with their human parent.

And now just because they no longer needs them to do anything they just abandoned them?

What a parent.

"I have met the little one." He said.

Dohko looked at him, "Little one?"

Prometheus nodded, "The child. Stronger than I thought. Has the sharpest eyes than many. Has more determination than many and… has experience painful journey than many." He said.

"By that child you mean… the one in the…" Dohko asked in shocked, unable to continue his sentence.

"Yes that one. Unfortunately, I doubt that this "little one" will be on our side in the near future." Prometheus said.

"What do you mean?"

Prometheus shrugged, "Like what Hephaestus said, it's easier to deal with machines than people, because once you broke a person they can't be fixed."

And done! Yes. Alright now, I decided to make Prometheus appeared and he is one of the good guys here because according to the myth, he is not entirely a bad God. Sure he stole fire from Hephaestus but without that the civilization will not advanced at all, and the fire prove to be helpful for humanity in the end right?

Truthfully, whenever I read book about mythology, most of the Olympians can be seen as the antagonist one. I personally dislike Zeus because he has too many wives and in the end let them suffer from Hera's wrath. What a guy. And sometimes after his children or some heroes died he turned them into constellation and I was like, "Hello, you're a God, can't you just help them or something?" and reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians is not helpful either since in that book Zeus is still a JERK. Sorry for Zeus' fan but that's what I think.

Anyway in myth Prometheus ended up rescued by Hercules. So I think he should have a soft spot for heroes, heroines (Demigods).

This story will begin from my OC childhood, so that I don't need to write flashbacks since sometimes it's hard for me to figure out when is the perfect time to put on flashbacks. Since my OC live near Sanctuary you won't be expecting to see the bronze saints soon, but no worries, you'll see the Gold saints and Silver saints, in the next chapter most of them would be appearing.

That's all from me, thank you and see you in the next chapter. Please read and review.