Son of the Virgin Goddess, Athena

Erichthonis

Prologue

I was now sitting under a tree along with Gaia, who was holding a child with odd bright green hair and brown earthy eyes.

I stared at my grandmother for quite some time, with embarrassment all written on my face.

You see, how we got to this predicament was a long story. Well, long story short, one of my haft brothers tried to rape me. You may be thinking Ares, but no, go lower than that. It isn't anyone in the Underworld –never will happen- but in the workshop on high Olympus.

That's right… Hephaestus.

I placed my face in my hands in total defeat.

You see, his semen fell from the high clouds that was on my leg, but instead, I impregnated my grandmother; whom was standing before me, smiling.

"Athena, my dear, look at me." She asked in a sweet motherly voice.

I couldn't resist her voice, and looked up to see her and the child in her arms.

"I want you, to look after him." She said and handed me the child.

What? Why me out of all the others. Sure Aphrodite won't do it, Artemis can teach him how to hunt, Demeter would love the company of another Earth deity when her Persephone is away, Hestia would look after him like her own, and Hera would be greatly concerned about him.

But me. I'm a war goddess that only studies and plans.

I held the child when my grandmother left. He had her bright spring green hair that flowed in the wind. Her earthy shade of brown eyes. He was beautiful. He has peachy skin and a perfect smile. He grew rapidly.

In a few years, he has already done so much.

Yet I forgot one simple thing. To give him a name.

I've came to call him as Eleutherios, meaning free. I looked after him like my own, with the other goddesses help that is.

I quickly grew concern though. Where was his whereabouts, is he okay, is he healthy or not? All this came when he turned 10.

My aunt, Hestia, said that all came from being a mother. Demeter grew to be rather enjoyable and never hostile toward him. The earth stayed green while Persephone was away when he was keeping her company. He grew to be one of the god's main attractions. He was always asked to do things with them.

For Apollo he would race him, and always win hands down. Apollo taught him how to heal and to play music.

For Ares, they'd fight and Ares taught him many things for fighting as so did I.

Hestia taught him to be a family member and to be respectful and such.

Demeter taught him how to grow crops and how to harvest.

Zeus liked him all the way, and was very pleased when it came to speaking, his words always the right ones.

Poseidon greatly treasured him and so did my other Uncle who lived in the Underworld along with being Persephone's husband.

He was greatly liked by Hera and was taught how to rule over others and give commands.

Yet he wasn't selfish, nor did he play dirty. He joined Hermes and Eros for pranks, but was always the one behind them all since they work 90% percent of the time. The other 10% came from the combine efforts of Eros and Hermes.

Now, we were in the throne room as Zeus was going over the crisis in Athens, my sacred city.

"There's great concern going over all of it. Their trade with Crete is above all else and yet, they seem hostile toward it." Hermes said.

"Not only that. They're having trouble harvesting their crops with the little guidance they have." Demeter stated and Persephone nodded.

"In any rate, they are bound to be in a very tough hole." Hermes once again said.

Zeus looked over to me, I was about to speak that I will find a way to fix it when Eleutherios spoke up before me in a speed only he could master, "I say send someone down there and teach them their ways of whatever they are suffering from. The way it is now, they have no idea on how to harvest, nor do they know how to do battle. Their ways of fairness differ from all those on Earth and is greatly falling apart." His words spoke with power he has and his choice of them in anyway, unmatched.

"I would have to agree to my son's words." I stated plainly.

"Then that is it. We send one of us." Zeus said. He thought as in concentration.

Who though we must send? I asked myself.

He said the one thing that I myself didn't expect.

"We must send Eleutherios."