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Prologue
A pretty young woman sat in a rocking chair, in a dark room, holding a baby in her hands. The curtains were closed, to block out the sound of the city at night. The baby had black hair, and pale skin. A smile traced his lips, and he looked happy. The woman looked at him, smiling too. She had never known how much she could love someone, until he came into the world. She pulled his blanket up past his chin, to ensure that he wouldn't get cold. Her hands stroked his hair back. This child, her child, was destined for greatness, she knew it. Even as he slept, she could sense how much power, but also love this boy would posses. He would one day help many people, and she could almost picture his kindness. She never thought that she could have a child so strong, and smart, at such a young age. He was even showing signs of having his father's great looks. She stroked him, and listened to the sound of his breathing. And she could have done that for hours in the silence. But suddenly a deep, cunning voice interrupted the sweet moment. "Hello Sally." She turned, to see a tall, unearthly handsome man, with cruel face, and dark skin, that had a red tinge to it. He had a pointed black beard, and brownish red eyes. He was dressed in black sneakers, grey jeans, a black t-shirt, and a brown windbreaker. He flashed her a perfect, white smile. She turned, and smelled tobacco and vanilla. "Hello Set." She said, not making eye contact. He walked toward her, so that he could see her better. "Why so formal?" He asked. "Why don't you just call me... dad." He said with a sickening sneer. "I don't have time for this...Set!" Sally said defiantly. He smiled again. "If you don't have time for this, then why did you summon me here? Oh, is it for your child…" He reached out a hand, and almost touched the boy. She turned away from him, and got up. Clutching the the boy tight to her chest. "I don't want him to be a part of your world, I want him to have his father's blessing, and that's it! I want him to be far away from your twisted grasp!" She said, starting to shake. "Oh", his voice was cunning, "You don't want the little guy to have to deal with grandpa?" She took in a shaky breath. "Exactly." He stepped back, faking shock. "Ok, but that means that I remove all of my blessings, the good and the bad… are you sure you want that?" He stepped back, waiting for a response. Sally looked down at her son, her sweet innocent son. "Yes, I am sure." He took a step toward the boy. "It might not last forever, but if the gods are in his favor, your little hero will never experience all of his abilities." He placed a finger on his forehead, and then took it off. A glowing red fingerprint was left on his forehead. The baby's body started to glow red, and the mark on his forehead glowed brighter. Then the mark started to die down, until it disappeared all together. The baby's skin lightened slightly, and his eyes shot open. His golden eyes were drained off all of its color. He blinked once, and opened his eyes again. This time, they were sea green. "Ah, there's his father's famous eyes." Set said. "Now, I guess this is the last time we will ever see each other." He gave a frown. He crossed the room, and opened the door. "And, by the way, his name, Perseus. It suits him. He flashed her another smile, and disappeared in a cloud of sand.