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Note: I don't own PJO nor HOO. All credits goes to Rick Riordan for these two wonderful series. Credits to the artists of the pictures used in the cover.

Prologue

3rd Person

Above the skyline of Manhattan, the Empire State Building stood in magnificence. A secret lies on its whole structure - obscured from the eyes and consciousness of mortals. Its elevator served as the gateway to the building's 600th floor. Impossible, right? For it has no 600th floor. But again, mortals don't see and know things that really existed in this world. Things that the mortal minds could only consider unreal. For if they do, these will drive them to insanity.

On this building's impossible floor, a magnificent and glorious palace stood. Olympus. A palace bigger and grander than any architecture known in history. Indeed, no architecture can be compared to this palace. But what is surprising is not the palace itself, but the beings that dwell in it. Gods. Powerful and immortal gods and goddesses of both the Greek and the Roman mythology. Beings of no imagination; but of reality. Gods who helped shaped the mortal civilization. Gods who brought life and death to the mortal history. Gods who still existed out of mortal consciousness.

In the palace's throne room, stood the 12 thrones of the 12 major gods. The Olympian gods.

Zeus, king of the gods and god of the sky, thunder and justice.

Hera, queen of the gods and goddess of marriage, motherhood, and women.

Poseidon, god of the sea and earthquake and father of horses.

Demeter, goddess of agriculture.

Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.

Apollo, god of the sun, healing, music, poetry, prophecy, archery, and truth.

Ares, god of war

Artemis, goddess of hunt, maiden hood, and moon.

Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic battling.

Hephaestus, the smith god and god of of fire

Hermes, the messenger god and god of commerce, speed, thieves, and trade.

And Dionysus, god of wine.

Other than them are the other two major gods, who do not have their thrones standing in the throne room.

Hades, god of the dead, Underworld, and riches beneath the earth.

And Hestia,goddess of hearth and home.

They are lords of their own domain and power. Masters of the weaker gods, the minor gods.

Tonight is not your typical Olympus night. The stars above shone in their brightest state. Joyful music and singing can be heard all over Olympus. The savory smell of food wafted in the air. Gods and goddesses in their best attire laughed and talked wholeheartedly as they thronged in the palace courts. Seated on the thrones are the Olympian gods, best dressed among all and glowing in power. They watched and joined in merry, boasting about their prowess. Demigods gathered around, exchanging stories about their quests, and making their godly parents lift their heads in pride. Satyrs and centaurs crowded the banquet table, drinking wine in pleasure and showing off to the nymphs. Laughter and music filled the air.

Finally, Zeus raised his hand and everyone silenced as their attention fixed on him. Music paused and those who are crowding the banquet table stopped eating. He looked at Hera who nodded with a smile and he stood up. Everyone waited patiently for the king of the gods.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We, the Olympians, thanked all who those are with us tonight. Those who are here with us to celebrate this joyful night. Tonight is no ordinary night! A night that only happens once. A night that will never be repeated once again. A night that will only remain as a glorious memory in our minds once Apollo raised the sun to its peak. Tonight! Let the stars shine their brightest. Tonight! Let the Muses sing their most glorious songs and fill the whole world with its melodies. Tonight! Let us celebrate endlessly! For I present you the newest Olympian, my daughter, Ariacalyssa."

Loud applauds rang as Hera stood up; a baby goddess in her arms. The applause died and the music and laughter continued. Hera placed the young goddess in a crib before her and Zeus' throne and everyone gathered around, offering their gifts and complimenting the young goddess. Zeus and Hera smiled appreciatively. The feast continued in high sign of evil. Nor fear or loss. Or even fate that is worse than death. Or it is just what they thought.

The wind swirled as Hermes appeared before Hera. He bowed down. Hera regarded him and he stood straight. A grim expression on his face. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "The Fates wanted a word to you."

She straightened. The Fates wanted to see me? Why? Especially in a feast?

Hermes gave her a meaningful look. I'm sorry but I don't know why. But they wanted you now. Hera nodded and Hermes returned to his throne. She touched her husband's hand and Zeus looked at herand nodded. Hera disappeared in a flash of bright light and appeared in the Fates' lair.

The room was round and dark, with only torches giving off dim light. The walls are carved with scenes of birth, life, and death. Each scenes moved, showing every beings' destiny. Their beginning and their death. In the middle, sat three old women. They are covered in black with only their faces shown. By their sandaled feet, balls of threads and crocheting needles were scattered around. On their hands are a line of socks, growing longer every minute. Then, one of the old women picked up a pair of scissors inside a woven basket beside her. With a dark smile, she cut the line with a slow SNIP SNAP. A horrible shriek rang and was drown in the shadows.

Another soul on its way to Hades' realm. Hera thought as the Fates started to make another line of socks. She walked and came face to face with the Fates. They stopped weaving and time seemed to stop inside the room.

"Ah, our guest had already arrived. Queen Hera, Your Highness, we are pleased you answered our call."

Hera crossed her arms and fixed her dark eyes to them. The room lit up with her glowing aura. "Why have you summoned me especially in a feast so special? Did my husband, Zeus, do something foolish again? Another woman? Or perhaps, another child that isn't mine?"

"Worry not, Your Highness. Zeus hasn't done anything impudent yet, after he gave that last mortal woman he fell in love with, two children. A Greek and a Roman. Yes, an unacceptable insult, isn't?"

Hera glowered at them. Her aura getting brighter and hotter in anger."What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth.

The Fates smiled in amusement."Ah, we called you not because of your husband, but because of your child."

Hera's anger slowly faded. Her aura returning to its normal state. "My child?"

"Yes, your child. The one who has this feast dedicated to. The young innocent goddess of yours."

Hera straightened defensively."Ariacalyssa? What's with her? Tell me!"

"Queen Hera. Demanding as always. Fine then, if you seek an answer, then an answer you shall have." The Fates reached out a hand each before them and the carvings on the wall peeled off the walls and floated toward the Fates as they glowed in gold. Above their hands, the carvings dissolved into a ball of golden haze.

"Your child, Ariacalyssa, is a dangerous threat to her own father, Zeus. She possessed power, a power no being has ever witnessed. Power that could defeat the ancients beings, the Primordials. Power that could overthrow her own father in less than a blink. Power that could bring down the proudest beings on their knees."

Dread ran down Hera's spine, despite hearing those things, hearing how powerful her daughter is or the pride filling up her chest.

"But, Zeus is her father. Her flesh and blood. She wouldn't want to overthrow her own father, doesn't she? And even though she possess such great power, she wouldn't want to use it in evil deeds, right?"

The Fates shook their heads together."But, ah, Queen Hera, you are forgetting something. This world is divided into two factions: the good and the evil. Even among the gods, there are evil. Your words made it clear enough. You couldn't be sure what will your daughter will be. A good one or an evil one. You will not know just by looking at her. Not until she grew up. But we wouldn't want to wait that long, don't we?"

Hera shook her head in disbelief. "You're telling me my daughter will grew up just to overthrow her own father? To go against her own family? NO! I don't believe you! That can't be!"

"No, indeed. The destiny of immortals cannot be fully defined. It is endless and sometimes a cycle that repeats itself once again in a certain time. It is NOT her destiny to overthrow her own father. But she can be used as a tool. A tool against him. She's still young and innocent - vulnerable to evil. She must be protected until she is ready to protect herself. She must be isolated from all immortality."

Hera gasped. "What? No! I will not agree to this! My own daughter? Away from me? This is worse than Zeus having two children from that mortal woman! No! I won't let this! NEVER!" Her aura threatening to dissolve the Fates.

"You cannot protect her, Hera. Not even in a year. We have foreseen that. You cannot change that no matter how hard you tried, but you can delay it. For the sake of your family. For the sake of your own daughter. There is only one way. A way that will make it possible for her to stand up against what is coming. If that comes, she'll be ready no matter what. This is her own battle, not yours. But you can interfere as much as possible. If you don't do this, this will be the end. For now, the choice is yours. Time is threatening to pass."

Hera looked down. "But...If I agreed, where will she be brought to? Who will take care of her? I fear things that will happen to her...if I'm not by her side."

"She will be brought to the safest place possible. Away from all immortality. In the mortal world."

Hera gasped in utter shock. "In the mortal world?"

"Yes, in the mortal world. She must live as a mortal, or if possible as a half-blood. In that way, her growth will come up faster than immortals do - shortening the time we need to wait for her to be prepared. On the other hand, this will limit her powers, lessening the chance of danger."

"My daughter? A mortal? That couldn't be. How could she return to what she really is? More importantly, who would protect her if danger comes?"

The Fates smiled reassuringly. "We will. Every being fears us. She will be safest than you will ever expect. And her godly self? Until the right time comes."

Hera breathed deep. Even though a thorn was pulled out of her chest, she still feel dread running in her veins. "Very well. I trust my daughter to you. But please, let me visit her. Spend time with her. Even in a disguise of a relative of hers."

The Fates nodded. "Very well then, but you must swear to the River Styx not to tell this to you husband."

Hera furrowed her eyebrows. "Why not?"

"We cannot tell you. But we can sense danger if Zeus will know about this anytime soon."

Hera sighed. "Very well then. I swear to the River Styx not to tell about this to my husband, Zeus."

The Fates nodded. "It is settled then. We will take your daughter when the first rays of the sun shone to the earth. You must return to the feast for you have gone too long. Until the next time, Queen Hera."

The golden ball of haze dissipated and the carvings returned to the wall. Time started to flow normally again as the Fates returned to weaving their line of socks. Hera disappeared and appeared in a flash of bright light beside her husband. Zeus asked her where she has been and Hera lied, telling him that she just settled some things. Zeus nodded and turned his attention to his fair daughter.

Hera caught Hermes' eyes who gave her a concerned look but nodded in agreement. I won't tell anyone, I swear to the River Styx.

Hera smiled gratefully and turned her attention to the feast. But her thoughts were on her daughter's departure.

The feast continued until past midnight. By the time the second hour of the day came, the feast ended and the guests left not before they gave their last words to the Olympians. Silence took over Olympus as the god of sleep did his work but the effect of the god's power faded too soon on Hera as time struck the fifth hour of the day - the time when Apollo will ride his chariot and fly to the sky to raise the sun. The time when her daughter will be taken away.

Hera sneaked out of their bedroom, careful not to wake her husband. In her arms, the young goddess slept peacefully. Hera walked through the halls as quietly as possible, wiping her tears as she glanced lovingly at her daughter. She walked out from the palace's gates and toward the elevators. There, the Fates stood, waiting. With a heavy heart and tears flowing down from her dark eyes, she kissed her daughter goodbye and handed her to the Fates. The Fates disappeared in the shadows and Hera returned to the palace.

As the sun shined to its fullest, a loud agonized scream rang from the palace followed by a series of cries and angry commands. Clouds as dark as the night blocked the sun and furious lightnings and roaring thunder filled the sky. Olympians in battle armors and weapons rode through the skies in their chariots as they searched for the lost Olympian.