Prologue

3rd Person POV

~A Random Red Woods Forest~

Time - August 18th, 1992

In a red-woods forest, a figure was running for her life through the trees.

She was pretty tall, probably 6 11" by the looks of it. She had rusty auburn coloured hair that flowed down to her waist. She had a silver top and pants on that glowed in the moonlight, as well as silver ballet flats. Her eyes were the same colour as her hair, with slitted pupils in the middle.

Squeezed against her chest was a pitch-black blanket, with two tiny wolves in it, one raven-black, the other bright russet.

This woman was Lupa, the Roman goddess of wolves.

And she was scared.

Lupa's POV

~A Random Red Woods Forest~

Time - August 18th 1992

I was running. Running as fast as my feet could take me, holding two tiny bundles of fur in a black blanket.

I'll admit it. I wish I had never fallen in love with a man, but I can't take that out on Perseus and Leo.

I had to bring them to someplace safe, someplace that they could grow up. And I did have a place in mind, but they probably won't like it. If that place is not an option, I'll just have to take them to the Camp.

Even that sounds like there will be at least be a million problems with that as well.

Back to the present, we were in a forest. I have no idea what forest and where the forest was but I was still running at full speed.

I wish that I could teleport, but having my pups had weakened me immensely. And if I even could teleport, the people chasing me will just follow the teleportation signature so they can find me again.

I was slow on two feet, so I morphed into my wolf form, which was the same colour as my hair. Rusty auburn.

I dropped the black material and picked up the two tiny scraps of fur by the scruff and raced of again.

Now I was much faster. I sprinted, faster than I've ever ran before.

But that stopped soon as I skidded to a halt at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the drop were huge pointy chunks of rock and huge waves that crashed onto them.

I looked behind myself. My chasers were not far behind.

I morphed into my human form and summoned another black blanket to wrap my babies in. I also summoned a note that read;

You know who these wolves are, so don't pretend you do not. You are in charge of training them for five years. After that they have to be sent out to 1) the hunters, or 2) Camp Half-Blood/Jupiter. It's your choice (But the hunters won't like having them). The black pup is Perseus and the russet one is Leo.

From, Lupa

I pinned the note to the blanket and carefully wrapped the material over the bundles of fur. Just then my two pups opened their eyes, and I did a double take.

Perseus looked just like his father would if be was a wolf. His eyes were bright sea-green that swirled like and ocean, with white slitted pupils. And he has the raven-black coat that shimmered in the moonlight.

Leo looked like me, but male. His eyes were fiery orange that swirled with power and had chocolate brown slits. His fur was rusty russet and he also had one black sock on his front left paw.

I know that they will be powerful with one glance, but I won't be able to see them grow up.

I turn to the cliff edge. I breathe in, then out, and I repeated the process a few times. I have never been this scared in my immortal life.

A single tear slid down my cheek, and I sobbed just once. I hugged my pups one last time and I looked down at their faces. So innocent. So unknowing.

It was as if they could sense my emotions, so they started to cry. I shushed them and looked over my shoulder. It was now or never.

I ran up to the very edge of the cliff and silently prayed to Poseidon that they will have a safe passage to his realm.

Then, I dropped them. Down into the water, but I knew they were fine. Somehow, I knew. I was openly crying now. I would probably never see Perseus and Leo again.

I turned back to my chaser. Even though I was crying, my shoulders were set in defiance and my head was held high with pride and honour.

He came up to me and smiled evilly. The enemy was handling a weapon. He strolled up to me and levelled the blade.

The last thing I heard was the crash of thunder and lightening, the last thing I saw was the mad glint in his eye and the mad smile, and my last thoughts were of my children, and my lover, Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea.

Sorry about the shortness, they will get much longer.

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