Hello to all readers. I'm only new to FanFiction, but I'm fond of writing stories. This idea's been floating around in my head for a while so I decided to do something about it and transfer it into words. The story will be in different POVs. Percy Jackson fans, don't fret, I will weave in some old characters, too.

The story will be about the result of the birth of Kraenous (Kronos, Gaea and Ouranous together) by Gaea. Monsters run amok.

Evil might reign.

Epilogue: Congratulations, it's a Girl

It was an normal night at Camp Half-blood. The dryads had retreated into their trees from the biting cold. The satyrs were huddled, cold even with their thick goat fur. Peleus the dragon seemed fine, snoring out rings of smoke as he lay curled at the base of the pine tree that gave magical borders of protection to the camp, the Golden Fleece glistened even in the dark. The campers were in their cabins, snoozing. The only people awake were Chiron, the camp director and centaur and Dionysus, known as Mr D, the wine god.

The clouds were gathered in the sky, muting out the light of the moon. What scarce moonlight that managed to filter through the clouds betrayed nothing out of the ordinary. If 'ordinary' was what you described a place where the children of the gods lived.

The strawberry fields fluttered slightly into the freezing wind. The lake was still, its waters being a gigantic mirror reflecting the covered starry sky. No sound was made. No sound was heard. Until it came.

A tiny, golden cradle landed on the porch with the softest of thuds. The soft light it exuded illuminated the features of the Big House's front door in the night. Chiron cantered to the window, pulling the curtain aside. Surprise glinted in his eyes. Inside the house, Mr D called, "Who is it, Chiron? Scared I'll thump you in pinochle again?"

Chiron ignored the wine god's voice and opened the door. It was in the dead of winter, and most campers had headed home. Only those with the troubled families had reasons to stay. That and tending to the strawberries.

The inside of the cradle was quiet. Chiron peeked into the cloth-lined interior. A small baby was lying still, clothed in linen. It looked up at the immortal centaur with wide, brown, curious eyes, taking in the beard and the mane of hair. "Goo," the baby murmured softly.

Mr D appeared at the door, holding a glass of Diet Coke. "What in the gods' names are you-" he said, before spotting the bundle. "Whose is that?"

Chiron, once again, ignored him. He stooped down and gently took the baby from the cradle. Only when it was in his arms did he notice the light silvery aura surrounding it. Then a bright golden light flashed and blinded him. Only surprise and fear kept him holding the baby.

Chiron was almost overcome with the power that the baby radiated. It was like being crammed inside a nutshell with a nuclear bomb that was going off. When darkness finally came again, Chiron managed to speak. "Impossible…"

Mr D threw his glass of Diet Coke in the air and clicked his fingers, making it vanish before it hit the deck. "Stay there, Chiron," he said in a quivering voice. "I must call a council of the gods." He disappeared into the house again and Chiron heard him dial Zeus.

Like Chiron could move. What that meant, it was impossible. It couldn't even be imagined. What this baby was… The baby gurgled. Chiron looked at it, unblinking. Few minutes passed.

"Come Chiron, we must head to Olympus," Mr D said, appearing again.

"I will stay," Chiron said, offering the baby to Mr D.

Mr D flinched. "No, come with me. You hold… it. Argus will take care of the camp for now. This matter cannot be delayed. See you in Olympus." With a bright flash, he was gone.

Chiron thought for another minute. When he finally made up his mind, he told Argus to tell the camp that he'll be back by mid-morning and galloped. As he broke into a sprint, time bent and he appeared at the entrance of the Empire State Building.

Cars went passed but paid him no attention. A hot dog vendor stared at him with wide eyes, though. Chiron couldn't help but sigh. Only in New York would there be late-night hot dog vendors.

He entered the lobby and the doorman led him to the elevator. As the doors slid shut, Chiron thought hard about what this might mean. Another prophecy, maybe. Another war, hopefully not. Destruction for the gods? Probable.

With a ping the elevator stopped and the doors opened to Olympus. This time, the grand and beauty of the place held no awe in him. He walked- or galloped- his way to the meeting.

The oversized gods sat on their chairs, meeting his gaze with grim expressions. Even Apollo, who usually played Angry Birds on his iPhone during such meetings, was still, watching the centaur walk into the middle of the proceedings. Dionysus was already there, a bottle of Diet Coke next to him untouched. Athena, the goddess of wisdom, was quiet. Aphrodite, goddess of love, looked beautiful as ever, but also serious. Hermes, messenger and god of thieves, finished his call and turned his phone off. Hephaestus, god of fire and forges, sat in his throne cleaning bits of scrap metal out from under his nails. Poseidon, the god of the sea, creator of horses and 'earth shaker', was twirling the string of the fishing rod around his fingers. Hades, god of the underworld who only ever showed up on proper meetings, was also there. Hera sat next to Zeus, she was his wife, proud and regal, goddess of maternity. The Ophiotaurus swam in his sphere, quietly mooing when he saw Chiron.

"What is the meaning of this, Chiron?" Zeus, god of sky, grumbled.

That was the thing about these meetings. Refreshments, maybe, but no 'how was your holiday' or 'did you hear about the candy shop that closed down'. It's all seriousness here, in Olympus.

Chiron opened his mouth. All the gods were staring at him with utmost intrigue and expectance. Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, looked at him with a knowing smile. Chiron took a deep breath. Bowing, he held out his arms, letting the light of the room mingle with the light of the baby's power. He could feel the breath of every god in the room being held.

At this, the council burst into mayhem. There were questions, possible answers, possibilities yelled across the room, only ending when Apollo's ringtone echoed across the place. Apollo didn't bring it out, only waiting until the ring died down.

"Who is her godly parent?" Zeus asked the gods around him.

"Not me," Apollo muttered.

"Definitely not me," Artemis, the goddess of the Hunt, moon and eternal maiden, said.

"Nor I," Athena put in.

"I don't know her," Hephaestus said.

"Well, she's not mine," Poseidon cut in.

"Me neither," Hermes added.

Aphrodite, unsmiling, said, "I didn't."

"As if I could," Hera said.

Ares drew his sword and absent-mindedly ran his fingers along the flat of the blade. War god. "Couldn't be me."

Hades remained motionless while he spoke. "I kept my vow."

The vow. The 'Big Three', which was Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, made a vow to never have any more children. The reason? Monsters thought that children of the Big Three were delicious. No lie. So they made a vow. But few exceptions came about. Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, who got turned into a pine tree and then became a Huntress of Artemis. Nico di Angelo, child of Hades, who ran away from camp and stayed in the Underworld only to help win the Titan War several summers ago. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, who disappeared a couple of summers ago and lost his memory, only to be found in an 'enemy' camp. Oh, the joys of being a powerful demigod, attracting every monster in a 500 feet radius, a specialty.

The whole council turned to Dionysus, who hadn't answered. "You couldn't possibly think that it's me, do you?"

"Well think about it," Athena said. "It ended up on your doorstep."

"Then why wasn't it delivered to the mortal parent?" Hera asked.

"Maybe the mortal parent is deceased."

"Then it should have been given to someone who was close to-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Dionysus said, standing up. "I'm not the father."

Athena started to talk. "Then why-"

"I don't know."

"But you have to be-"

Chiron cleared his throat. The full force of twelve powerful gods' stares hit him. "One of you has to be her godly parent. I've never felt anything so powerful. Not even with a child of the Big Three."

"Are you saying that we are lying?" Hades asked, hand flying to the sword sheathed at his waist.

Another outburst, this time directed at Chiron. "Wait!" he yelled. The baby, who had fallen asleep in his arms, stirred.

"No, calm yourself, Hades," Athena said, holding up a hand. If any of the gods saw sense, Athena could. "If it wasn't any of us, then the question turns to the minor gods."

At her words, everyone turned to Hestia tending the fire.

"Hestia," Chiron said. "Are you-"

"No," she said, turning to face them all. "But I feel not only my power within her, but of many others."

"Well I don't. How is this possible?" Hera asked.

"It could be," Athena said, heads turned in her direction, "that this child has lineage from several gods."

"That is rare," Zeus said.

"Very," Poseidon agreed.

"Rare, but possible," Athena said. "But if it is true, then this child has a difficult fate, an onerous destiny. She will be powerful. If she has the powers of every god she has descended from, then she will be feared. Even us, we should be wise to fear her. When she comes of age, she will have power to topple us from our thrones. She needs to be watched."

"Why don't we just destroy her now?" Ares suggested.

"The killing of a child is a sin."

"Yes, but many already die. Many pass through my gates. Why should she be different?" Hades asked, pointing dramatically at the sleeping baby in Chiron's arms.

Apollo stood up at this point and had everyone's attention immediately. His hands flew up to his head. Everyone stayed still. Apollo, being the god of archery, the sun, medicine, poetry and prophetic oracles, should still be taken seriously, to some extent. "The girl will have to stay."

"What did you see?" Poseidon asked.

"The girl will stay," Apollo repeated, avoiding Poseidon's question. "One of us will have to watch her."

"We could give her to Lupa," Chiron suggested. Lupa raised demigod children of the Roman gods. It was survival of the fittest. You-cry-I-eat-you kind of survival.

At this, Zeus grumbled. "No. Even then, the child might escape her grasp. Monsters must surely sense her power. This task can only be given to one of us. Who is willing?"

Chiron looked at Hera. Hera, being the goddess of marriage, couldn't have a child with a mortal because Zeus was her husband. Therefore, she had no heroes to help her. But she didn't answer.

The god who did, shocked Chiron.

"I will," Artemis said, standing.

Gasps erupted around the room. "Artemis?" Apollo asked.

"I will look after the girl." She walked to Chiron and shrank to human size. "Give her to me, Chiron."

Chiron passed the girl to Artemis. "Are you sure, my lady?"

Artemis nodded, her auburn hair framing her twelve-year-old-looking face. "I am sure. I will make her a Huntress. Immortality will prevent her from coming of age."

"Sister, you know that destinies and fates cannot be fought against," Apollo said. By the sound of his voice, whatever he saw wasn't good. "I, god of prophecies, would know that."

"I must try. I will raise her and teach her the good, to make sure she is not led astray into the path of evil."

"What will you name her?" Chiron asked.

Artemis thought for a moment. "I will give her a name befitting of her power." She walked to the middle of the council and lifted up the baby into the light, lion-king style.

Everyone watched.

Artemis smiled. "I name her Airlia."