Author's Note: A new story idea I had, trying something new. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 1

Atlantis

Poseidon stood in front of the crib that held his child.

Or at least, it was a used too.

Zeus had threatened to kill any child of any Big Three, not including his.

He'd seen what he had done to Maria D'Angelo. Poseidon didn't want that to happen to his son.

He sighed frustratedly. He had not named his son yet.

He could not bring himself to do such thing and abandon him the next moment.

For once in his life, Poseidon was actually praying that Athena would come by and help him. A god praying, how ironic he thought, distracting himself from what was needed to be done.

Golden light lit up the whole room temporarily. "Poseidon." Athena said. A smile lit up on his face.

"Athena." He acknowledged her presence. She walked up and stood beside him. "He has your eyes and hair." She commented.

"That's a first." He grinned.

She raised a eyebrow. "What?"

"You complementing me."

Her face flustered. "I wasn't. I was complementing your son." She said through gritted teeth.

He returned his gaze back to his son. Sleeping soundly in the crib. "Whatever."

She punched him. "Ow." He pretended to take offence to from the punch.

For a moment, both of them just stood side-by-side, not moving. The two archenemies, not speaking.

"What are you going to do?" She finally broke the awkward silence.

He scratch the back of his neck. "That's the problem, I don't know."

Athena touched his arm gently. Poseidon raised a eyebrow, not sure how to react. "You know what you have to do, don't you. You're just stalling yourself." She said.

He let out a roar of frustration. "What would you do if you were me?"

She thought for a while. "I won't lose my virginity that easily."

"Pffft. If you were me, you don't know how hard it was to control my hormones."

She laughed.

"You and your hormones." She teased.

Silence fell in between them both again. Athena was trying to think how it would be if she was Poseidon. Poseidon, whereas, was trying to think of a way to get a win-win situation. Not with Athena of course.

Finally Athena spoke. "how bout we do this the Mortal way?" Poseidon looked at the Goddess of Wisdom curiously. "And..."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't finished yet. Anyway, we could do the decision making like what indecisive mortals would do. We flip a coin." She made a coin appear in her hands.

Poseidon recognised the silver coin immediately. The Athenian coin. She showed Poseidon one side of the coin, a owl and olive branch on one side. "heads. When you flip the coin and it shows head, you'll.."

"I will give my son away." He choked out, he wasn't really sure when did he agree to this.

She smiled sadly. She then turned the coin to show the other side of the coin. It showed some Greek inscription. "If it shows tail, you will be able to keep him by your side."

Poseidon closed his eyes and took in a ragged breath as he took the Athenian coin in his hands, with his thumb beneath one side of the coin.

He flipped the coin. Is spun in the air as Athena grabbed the sides of the crib that help Poseidon's son. She was both excited and nervous. She didn't believe that Poseidon would just accept her help that easily. Then again, it was for his son. She would do the same if she were him.

The coin flew for a good thirty seconds before gravity took over and the coin came flying down.

The ominous cling-cling-cling sound echoed through the room as the silver drachma hit the dull grey marble floor. Poseidon held his breath as he went over and picked the coin up.

His hands covered the coin before his eyes were able to see which side was facing sky-wards. He thought of all the pros of whatever was shown on the coin.

"Come on Barnacle Beard, I don't have all day." Athena mock grumbled.

He ignored her and hoped for the best, throwing away all the pros he thought of just then.

He was going to see him again, whether the Fates like it or not. Too bad, he imagined himself embracing his son in front of the three sock knitters smugly. The thought warmed him with hope and he set a goal for himself.

"Here goes nothing." He muttered and his hands opened to reveal the sacred animal to Athena, the red owl.

Somewhere in the world.

Kronos and his slaves/minions were in their camp. Kronos watched as the different monsters hacked their blades and threw javelins at the straw dummies which coincidentally were wearing Camp Half-Blood shirts.

He dispissed them, especially a certain son of Ares.

Zelick Norman was the main center of this whole mess. With his slaves all complaining about the long hours of training they received. One time, when the demigod was on his way to the Sea of Monsters, he managed to land a blow on the titan himself.

He would have enjoyed making him his slave with his arrogant, buttt kissing attitude. The Camp fazed over him after he managed to defeat two hellhounds without training.

The stuck up kid was running away from the large hounds when he tripped over a stone. By pure luck, he found a half broken javelin and threw it with all his strength at them.

Obviously, Artemis or her twin brother were watching because the javelin went of course and hit a tree. Instead of impaling itself on the trunk of the tree, the javelin bounced off the side of the tree and flew to the direction of the two hellhounds.

Catching them off guard, the sharp point of the broken weapon pierce through the side of the first hellhound and into the second one. Stupid creatures.

The son of Ares was immediately showered in a confetti of yellow dust.

Even though the whole camp was watching, they didn't see the fear in the boy's eyes or the yellow stain that formed on the crotch area of his pants, which had nothing to do with the fact that it was raining yellow dust.

Then yada yada, he walked into the demigod shelter with a facade of bravado and acted like he planned for the whole incident. Even the most logical demigod(coughAnnabethcough)in the camp believed him. She had said, Kronos quotes: there's no way Artemis would have helped a boy. Apollo was also in the camp, too busy flirting with the Aphrodite girls.

He shook his head. Demigods, so clueless.

"My lord." Kronos focused his golden eyes on the demigod in front of him. Like most demigods, Ethan Nakamura was forgotten and thrown into the Hermes cabin for years, not claimed by his godly parent- Nemesis.

"What?" He snapped. The demigod flinched.

"We found a demigod in the woods. A strong one. Not more than one years old. " He bowed respectfully after regaining his composure. Kronos was however uninterested. "Kill him or make him join us. I don't care." He replied impatiently.

"That's not all the point. He is a son of the sea. He recks of it." Ethan reported smugly.

Kronos rubbed his chin. This is good news. "Bring me the boy." He ordered the boy.

"I already did, my lord." He looked up, traces of his smug smile still evident on his face.

Just as Ethan completed his sentence, two monsters stepped into the room. The dracaenae was holding a baby

He had raven colored tousled hair and sea-green eyes. Alot like Poseidon when he was just born. He also smelled alot like the sea, and powerful too. "We also found this note attached to the basket.

Ethan handed Kronos the note.

To whom that found this nameless child,

Please take good care of him.

Kronos raised a eyebrow. Poseidon wanted someone too take good care of his son when he couldn't? Hmm.

"Have you check him for any bombs, whatsoever?" Kronos looked at the demigod intentively.

"Yes my lord. None was found." Ethan reported.

Kronos thought for a while. "Very well, we will keep him. He would be of good use against Olympus, yes?"

Ethan nodded."Yes."

Kronos glared at him."It wasn't a question." Ethan bowed respectfully. "Sorry." He mumbled.

Kronos smirked. "I'll name him Perseus. Percy Jackson. My own hero."

Authors note: How was it? Review your comment please. Thank you.

~Robloxian121