This story has been in my head for a year now; I think it's time I write it down somewhere.

P.S This story takes place after TLO, not to be confused with any of the Heroes of Olympus.

Prologue

It was an unbearable sound; no matter where you hid, where you turned, it would follow you. A woman was screaming in utter pain; friends and servants huddled around the poor woman. Tears streaming down her face, sweat forming over her.

Poseidon grimaced as he watched her, but he knew better to keep his distance lest Adrian became suspicious. The man was paced nervously, wringing his hat in his hands. He sweat had made his curly brown hair cling to him like a helmet. Poseidon smiled at himself, remembering his anxiety when the first hundred of his children were born.

Gunshots could be heard outside, the angry chanting of hundreds of people coming from beyond the iron gates.

Adrian moved to the window and stared solemnly; Poseidon didn't bother looking, he knew the sound of a mob from centuries before.

Adrian walked over to the woman in pain and kissed her over the forehead, he then hurried on out of sight.

Poseidon walked over to the head servant, she a short and pudgy woman with a warm smile.

"How is she?" he asked.

She spoke with a thick Mediterranean accent, "Very strange. The contractions are a minute part, but so much pain. And doctor cannot get through the gates."

Poseidon looked up at the woman, her breathing heavy and her knuckles white from gripping the covers.

"Sir, I must tell you. I fear for her; I have seen many babies born, but none as strong or as . . . as powerful as this one." She whispered.

Poseidon walked out of the room when a thunderous noise came from outside; the mob had stormed the gates and were now heading towards the door.

With a swift move of his hand, a small but powerful earthquake disoriented the mob and created a barrier between them and the door.

Then like a classical score, came the grand climax. The woman let out one last scream. But this was no mere scream, this was the most pitiful, most painful of all screams.

And then . . . a small faint cry, a baby's cry. Poseidon let out a sigh of relief, and quietly paced himself back into the room. The woman was now lying on bed, utterly exhausted while two maids nearby cleaned a crying baby girl.

The woman half-opened her eyes and smiled, her dark brown hair clinging to her forehead, her face once again resembled a porcelain doll.

"Hello." she said quietly.

Poseidon held a grim look on his face, she detected it.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"There's a riot outside, Adrian went to try and calm things down. But it's bigger than before."

She nodded thoughtfully. The maids handed her the baby wrapped in blankets, it cooed and gurgled at the sight of its mother.

Poseidon stared down at the new demigod, frightfully young and already in danger.

"Poseidon tell me, what will happen to her?"

He sighed, "I'm not sure if the prophecy speaks of her or . . ."

"Or the little boy in New York." She added.

She was aware of the other woman and her son. Although he didn't try to deny it, he still wasn't comfortable of her knowledge of them.

She looked back at him with bright blue eyes, "Darling promise me, if anything should happen. . ."

"Nothing will happen. You both will be fine." He interrupted.

"But still, promise me you'll protect our daughter."

He smiled, "I promise."

The noise was growing louder, but the woman ignored it, wanting to make the moment last.

"I already know a suitable name for her." She said.

"What is it?" he asked.

He looked back at the yawning infant, in time she would be as beautiful as her mother.

"Helena."

She smiled happily; but unbeknownst to them both, it would be the last time she would feel happiness.