1st Summary: «She wasn't normal. She knew that much. She didn't have a family, because nobody wanted her. She was consider a freak, because she didn't have any friends and acted strangely. And, on top of it all, she was about to die thanks to the clownfish in the aquarium who thought she was some kind of therapist. Follow Mel on the journey that is going to change her life forever.»

Hi guys!

So, this is it. The fic I promised you. Hope you like it as much I do.

This is supped to be a story about Percabeth's child. I'll try update as often as I can. I won't make any promises what so ever. Only now I understand how difficult it is to update, to make readers AND myself happy with this story's progress.

Please Review! I'd like to know what you think about this story. But don't leave mean comments, nobody likes haters.

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson series belong to their rightful owner.

P.S.: Remember, English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes you might find.

Prologue

No matter how hard they had to fight to survive another day, another quest, Percy and Annabeth seemed destined to never achieve true peace.

First the Titan War against Kronos, then Percy's disappearance followed with the struggle to defeat Gaia. Now, the heroes "curse" passed to their child, the only descendent of Athena and Poseidon to ever exist.

Normally, legacies wouldn't have all their godly ancestors' powers. But it was fair to say that that wasn't a typical legacy. This one was immensely powerful. With Athena's intelligence, more inclined to sneakiness, Poseidon's ease with water and with powers yet to be revealed, this legacy would be on a league of her own.

But it wasn't only these factors that made her who she was. No, there were so much more than that. She was just a piece of the game itself. However, she was an important one. In other words, she was a part of it, but, at the same time, she was it.

In spite of her apparently strength, she was weak. Weak because of her lack of control. Even a god is fragile against his enemies when he doesn't know how to control his abilities. She was not an exception. Though, it wasn't her fault. Yet, the Fates were not the ones to blame. Well, at least this time they weren't.

The Universe speaks its own language. And when the time came, it made pretty clear what was to be done.

Never Percy or Annabeth though that something like this was about to happen. They though, well, that they could live in peace. Occasionally running into a monster or two, but, other than that, they would pass their days enjoying the perks of living in New Rome: going on dates, going to college, moving in together, even marrying, and having a family.

When Annabeth found out she was pregnant she was thrilled. Scared, but happy. After all, she didn't have a normal childhood, so how could she raise a baby, her own child, without screwing up?

Percy helped a lot in that department. They were very anxious; after all, it was their first child, but nothing that a talk with Sally and a plate of her cookies couldn't solve, especially in Percy's point of view. Still, the bliss didn't last very long.

Soon nine months passed in a blur and summer's solstice had arrived.

Annabeth was exhausted. She had been in labor for almost eleven hours and she had reached a level where she could not bear it any longer. Cups of coffee had been drunk, Percy's hand was sore and everyone was very restless.

Even the gods waited in Mount Olympus for the arrival of the baby. The child would be the first heir both to Poseidon and Athena, and, combined with the couple's popularity among the deities, it was perfectly natural that they would be watching the moment, even if they were supposed to be doing something important, whatever were to be discussed in that particularly assembly.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The sharp cry of the baby filled the hospital room with its strength.

"A girl" announced the doctor.

Percy and Annabeth couldn't be happier. Almost immediately, the newborn was placed in her mother's embrace. Both parents looked to their daughter for the first time. She was beautiful. She didn't have hair, her tiny head was very soft, and her eyes. Oh, her eyes. They were grey and green, a strange color indeed, but extraordinarily fitting for what this child represented. Her tiny body fit precisely in Percy's arm. She couldn't be more perfect to her parent's eyes.

But again, what is good always ends fast. At that very moment, on Mount Olympus, the gods were interrupted by the Fates.

When it came to determinate other people's fates, the Moiras had always like almost a sixth sense for that type of things. They knew when a life should start and when it should end. However this time was different. They announce to the Council some very disturbing news. It came to them almost like a vision. Nothing like that had ever happened.

"The babe," they said unison "the child of the demigods Perseus and Annabeth Jackson, she must be removed from her parents as soon as possible."

"Why is that?" asked Zeus frowning "What did you see?"

"We saw the child being separated from her parents. We saw that will be a war. Something, someone even more dangerous than Gaia and Kronos combined asks for revenge, but we don't know why. Only this child can protect us from it. For that, she must be parted from her mother and father. It does not make sense to us, since this never occurred before, but it is the way it must be done." said the three sisters.

The gods didn't want to believe. In spite of some of them announce their angst regarding the demigods for several times; they were very fond of them. They did the impossible on many occasions to ensure the survival of their world, yet the universe was still throwing obstacles into their happy ending.

Athena and Poseidon were the ones in charge of breaking the news to their children. Before they could do anything, the Fates transported themselves to the hospital. Annabeth and Percy were stunned.

They observe the ladies taking their daughter away from them without moving an inch. Maybe because of the temporarily spell casted by the Fates, maybe it was because their hearts broke when they understood the meaning of their presence there.

Whatever it was, they watched as their child was taken away from them, sleeping peacefully in the lady's arms.

Few minutes later, Athena and Poseidon appeared before their children, explaining the situation to them. Nothing could be said that softened the worries and sorrow from the demigods face.

They only cried. Cried and prayed. They begged for their little girl to be safe, loved and happy.

The gods were not unaffected by the circumstances. But they too were stuck. They could only wait the moment when the true of all this would become clear.

While the Fates left the baby in a porch of some random house on the other side of the country, far away as possible from her short former life, Percy and Annabeth cried and yelled to the heavens complaining about their misfortune.

Realizing that not even a name could give her, they cried until they fell asleep.

In the morning, they would need to give the news to their friends and family. For now, they would just promise that one day they would see her again and become a family.