Her Father's Daughter

by thrufirewithoutaburn

Her fate has been laid out since her birth. She was prophesied to save the hero. She held the fate of mankind in her hands. Antigone and Luke Castellan were thrown together by destiny. But soon, they learn that each person makes their own destiny.

1. Prologue

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Night cloaked the forest as two winged feet lithely glided over the winter-kissed ground. Hermes, messenger of the Gods, moved silently and quickly, tightly holding a bundle to his chest. The God had been traveling for mere minutes, all the way from Mount Olympus, but already he could sense the barrier drawing near. He felt a little shudder from the bundle as snow flakes lightly began to fall upon the fleece it was wrapped in. Humans, he remembered, had little tolerance for the cold, so he tucked the bundle closer to his chest. The God radiated warmth, and the bundle almost immediately stopped shuddering.

Finally, Hermes reached the barrier of Camp Half-Blood. The snow fell harder around him, and Hermes had to remind himself of his instructions. In the back of his mind, he could still hear Zeus' furious voice radiating off of the walls of the main hall of Mount Olympus.

"Leave the child just inside of the barrier. Go no further. Take caution that no one should see you. This child is an abomination. It will be her father's decision whether she lives or dies. Not mine. Not yours."

But Hermes could not allow the child to die. Had the roles been reversed, the young God would want his children protected, no matter the circumstances. He looked around quickly for a dry patch of earth to lay the child upon, but found none. Kicking aside the snow and creating a small hole, he placed he child there. Looking around, as thought someone was watching, God leaned down and gently blew a puff of his divine breath into the infant child's face. Tiny, gold sparks fell from Hermes' lips and descended, leaving the child with a blessing of warmth. At the very least, Hermes knew that the baby would not freeze to death.

"Farewell, Antigone," he said, but it was merely a whisper on the wind.

In that moment, the messenger god was gone, and the new born daughter of Hades was left alone in the harsh winter night.

I know it's short, but It's just a prologue! I have the first chapter ready! Please read and review!