Chapter 1

Young Hero

"Hush young child, hush" Danae whispered in her newborn sons ear, the two sat in a chair, the newborn in his mother's arms, she rocked him slowly back and forth before passing the half blood to her father. King Acrisius, of Argos loved his daughter, Danae and her demigod son, but had one day made an unforgivable mistake.

"Daughter I must be going now, I have my duties to attend to" Acrisius handed his grandson back to his daughter, who nodded to his statement before leaving, the king sighed as he walked through his palace returning to his throne. His jesters pampered him as he sat summoning one of his many servants.

"Yes sire?" the servant asked "My grandson has been born, I request the presence of the oracle, I must see what the future holds" Acrisius bellowed "As you wish sire" the servant bowed and left for his duty.

He came back hours later by sundown with a woman in old age, she had grey hair and was blind in one eye, her skin contained many wrinkles and she carried with her dirt colored satchel.

They both bowed before the king of Argos before the servant left the woman and the king to converse.

"My king, how are my services required" she asked in a calm voice, the king sighed "I want to know what will be the future for my grandson?" the women's eyes glowed.

"The boy set adrift, abandoned by all,

Shall one day return and cause the old king to fall,

The boy who was lost, shall return as a man,

Having defeated two kings, and thwarted two plans.

She spurted before falling, guards came from the doors in time to catch the women and escort her out.

The king stayed frozen in his throne, his face was in a permanent frown as he recited the oracles words, he waved his hand gesturing another servant.

The servant bowed as Acrisius addressed him "You shall get a chest and some of the Argos' strongest men and meet me at nightfall by the beach, tell no one, now go" he ordered.

"A chest sire" the servant confirmed, the king sighed rubbing his temple with his hand "Yes a wooden chest, with a lid and a large padlock. And hurry" the king barked, the servant nodded quickly as his knees shook, he began to run but tripped falling on the ground, the skinny servant groaned getting up beginning to run again, Acrisius mumbled words of incompetence under his breath as he stood from his throne, royal guards filled behind him as he walked, Acrisius annoyed raised his hand dismissing his followers immediately, the king folded his hands as he continued his walk through the quiet palace hallways. They were decorated with red and gold, banners of the city's symbol filled the empty spaces and statues of heroes lined the walls, the king walked up to a door making his hand into a fist and shuffling his feet as he knocked.

A faint 'come in' was heard as he stood waiting, he turned the old bronze knob opening the door to his daughter's bedroom, Acrisius smiled down on his daughter placing his hand on her head and gently stroking her hair.

"Daughter" he said stopping "May I talk to you outside, it is not good to be staying in this room all day" Acrisius said lying to the reason, Danae tilted her head in question but with a stern glare from her father she stood wrapping a dark shawl around her son and herself and walked out of the room behind the tow of her father. The three stepped outside watching the view as the sun was in its final stages of setting and the stars and moon began to show.

"Daughter please follow me this way" Danae was hesitant at her father's tone, but obliged as her father led her around the city, towns people waved to the royal family as they walked past, many gave offerings of food and clothes but the family kindly turned them down already having everything that they would need.

By now the stars were out and the moon shone brightly, Danae shivered tightening the shawl around her son, Goosebumps ran along her exposed skin and she ran her free arm up and down using the friction like movement to keep warm.

"Father where are we going at this time of night, we are feeling cold, we must go back soon" she said in a relaxed voice, Acrisius rubbed a hand over the other "No Danae we have somewhere to be soon, you shall not worry, you will soon be where you need to be" the king said sternly slightly shoving his daughter in the direction of where the sounds of where waves crashed, the wind blew roughly and the air was cold, water from the sea sprayed as it smashed against the rocks.

Their feet touched the cold sand as the child began to bawl, Danae cradled the child as he squirmed in her arms, Acrisius stopped in his path and turned to his daughter "Daughter may I hold my grandson" he asked holding his arms out, Danae smiled and handed over the child "Men, now!" Acrisius yelled, Danae was confused and her eyebrows furrowed but she yelped when pair of strong hand grabbed her from behind.

"Father help me!" she screamed fighting against the soldiers, Acrisius looked down in shame but did not stop "Put her in" the men nodded and lifted Danae with struggle and placed her in the open wooden chest holding her down, Acrisius came forward with the child his eyes glistening with tears.

"I am sorry daughter but you must understand" without another word her placed his grandson inside the box and instructed the chest to be shut and locked "Do it now"

"Father what are you doing, somebody help" Danae cried her voice muffled from inside.

Four rough men lifted from each corner of the box and started walking into the waters surf; after gaining distance and assuring that the tide with not bring the package back to land they set the chest in the sea and ran back to their king.

King Acrisius waved goodbye "They are bound to drown" he announced turning to the group of at halt soldiers "This never happened, I didn't kill them and nobody can say I did" Acrisius told, the men nodded in sink and the group left back to the kingdom of Argos.

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Instead of sinking the chest floated for many days at sea, the waves were always ruff and the two were bound to die of starvation, with barely enough space Danae rocked her half-blood son in her arms in attempts to calm him down as he cried in sync with the crashing of waves.

"Hush my child, hush, hush young Perseus"

A|N: So that's the start of my new story, tell me what you think about it, if you have not recognized this is set in ancient Greece, If you have read the story of the original Perseus do you think the prophecy that I wrote fits? Anyways tell me what you think.