Hello, this is my first story here, and I decided for it to be a Greek Myth fanfic!

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine obviously, if they were then I'd be a very very old man. But thankfully that is not the case. Also, it may or may not seem OC/AU, as I happen to be a bit rusty on my Greek Myth at the moment but I will be rectifying that as the story hopefully progresses.

This IS a Hephaestus/Aphrodite story but it takes time, after all, good things come to those who wait.

Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter I

It happened unexpectedly. The pain that shot to great Zeus' head and awakened him from his slumber, awoke all on Olympus as well. His screams of anguish made thunder boom and lightning flash.

Hera, distraught by her husband's pained screams and groans rushed to his side, attempting to comfort him in anyway possible. But Zeus merely pushed her away, still holding his aching head.

"Hermes! Bring me Hermes!" was what he managed to shout at her before collapsing in another fit of horribly painful screams, his hands pressing against his head, the pain unbearable.

Hera did as she was told and used Iris to summon Hermes. Not long after, young Hermes stood in front of her, awaiting her orders, or any other explanations as to why she had summoned him. She gave him none and merely ushered him to the bedroom quite roughly and closed the door behind her after she sent him in.

Once inside, Hermes rushed to his father's aide- inquiring what was needed of him. But before he could utter a word, an axe, made of celestial bronze was handed to him by his father. Hermes looked at Zeus, his imploring and confused gaze desperately asking his father what he needed. Zeus seemed to catch on and managed out a few through pained gasps.

"My head...use it...my head!"

Hermes froze in shock, he had no idea what to do, or if he could even do this. He did not know if his father was telling him to do this because of the pain or if it was in a moment of lucidity that Zeus managed to order him to do this. Hermes slowly brought himself out of his trance and lifted the axe up high above him. But he still hesitated as he looked at his father- whom had placed his head at an angle for Hermes to strike.

A few minutes passed, and Zeus still writhed in agony, having noticed that his son had not done as he ordered. He met Hermes' perplexed gaze with his own furious one and harshly snarled, "Do it boy!"

That was all the incentive Hermes apparently needed, because he came out of his stone-like trance and lifted the axe even higher than he had done so before, and with a mighty cry, he brought it down in a hard swing and cleaved his father's cranium in half.

As soon as that happened a brilliant white light accompanied by a great power fluctuation occurred in the room. Blinding and making both Zeus and Hermes collapse on the ground in shock and wonder. However it dispersed as quick as it came. The aftermath was something that both gods found to be an amazing sight for anyone to see.

A figure stood in the center of the room; female, her appearance that of a young woman, fair alabaster skin, gray colored eyes that seemed to have the ability to shine whether she be in the presence of either Selene's light or Helios' rays or not, reddish brown flowing wavy hair that went just past her feminine shoulders, which were surprisingly strong, on her head was a bronze helmet, on her right hand a bronze spear, and on her left a shield, and fully clothed in robes of grandeur and female fashion, that still fit her perfectly and managed to show her womanly figure to the world proudly. Indeed, quite a beauty had spouted from great Zeus' head. Once her cold, piercing and analytic gaze went from Hermes to Zeus, a spark of recognition shined in her gray eyes.

Zeus, too, had a knowing look. He dismissed Hermes with a wave of his hands and turned to the female and they began to discuss matters which Hermes was curious about, but he would not push his luck and get punished by his father.

As he closed the great doors behind him, he was faced with a still worried and distraught Hera. Hermes was then bombarded with questions about the happenings in the room by an almost hysteric Hera. He then proceeded to place his hands on her shoulder to calm her a bit and looked at her in the eyes and said, "Perhaps it is best that you see the aftermath of what has happened with your on eyes, rather than I say anything of the proceedings that happened within the confines of that room."

With that, he left a, very much confused Hera, and headed back to his quarters within his own part of Olympus, calming any and all gods and goddesses that met him along the way and inquired what happened.

Hera opened her and her husband's doors and stepped in, her face still a mixture of confusion and incomprehension. Her eyes widened a bit as she saw the female in the center of the room speaking with her husband casually. Her expression turning to that of one of a mixture of anger, jealousy and a small bit of confusion. But she managed to hide it well, as she looked at her husband with an expectant look, demanding an explanation.

Zeus recognized that look and gestured to the young woman in their chambers with a casual wave, "Hera, my wife. This is my daughter, Athena."

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END OF CHAPTER I

Ohhh, what comes next? We shall wait and see, but rest assured this IS a Hephaestus/Aphrodite story regardless of the beginning of this story.

this is just a...catalyst that needed to occur.

Til next time.