Hello everyone. This is my first ever fanfic. Of course, all characters that you recognize belong to Rick Riordan. Everyone else is mine.

The man stalked forward. The streets were always busy this time of day and today was no exception. People bustled back and forth while the shopkeepers where trying to bring new customers in with deals like "20% off select in store items!" but, the man saw none of this or if he did, he gave no indication of noticing this phenomenon. This man was stood out from the others on the street as well. The man was wearing black. All black. Except on the right shoulder of his overcoat, there was a red star, surrounded by five smaller red triangles. This was all imposed on a grey circle to finish this badge.

Under his overcoat, which swept down to his knees and seemed to billow behind him, the man wore a hoodie that looked to have light synthetic body armor built into it. The hood was up over his face and hide all of his face except his chin which you could see a small finely trimmed goatee on. He wore sweat pants that seemed to have the same light armor as the hoodie had. On his feet were black combat boots to complete the image.

He walked briskly and with purpose brushing past members of the crowd. People who saw him looked the other way and quickly forgot of his existence. Their eyes slightly glazed over or the turned and looked towards something else that grabbed their attention instead. The ghost of the man when past several streets in the downtown area of the city with huge monolithic skyscrapers stood anywhere you looked. Finally after passing all the giants of the city he stops in front of a building. It was a small family owned coffee shop right in between two of the skyscrapers. He entered the coffee shop and headed towards a booth in the corner of the room and sat down facing the other side of the table where another occupant of the coffee shop sat.

A beautiful woman that couldn't be out of her twenties sat across from the man. The woman had long wavy brown hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had startling green eyes that looked as dark as the needles of a pine tree. Her eyes were soft and welcoming at time but, when she was angry could scare the bravest of men. She looked up at the man, but quickly turned her gaze back to where it was originally. She was looking warmly at the third occupant of the table, her eyes expressing the tenderness and love she felt for the last occupant. The last occupant, asleep and curled up in a light blue blanket, was a young baby girl. The baby had dirty blonde hair. Her eyes when open, revealed a soft warm shade blue-green with a grey almost silver ring around the outside of the iris. The eyes seemed to mesmerize you and you could get lost in their depths very easily.

"You seem stressed." The man in black noted.

The woman seemed to ignore this and continued to stare at the child. After a time, the woman looked up and asked "Is this the right thing to do?".

"of course."

"She will never know her mother though!"

"She will get a new one. "

"I don't want her to have a knew mother!" by this time the words were coming out as angry sobs. "I just want to keep my daughter! why does this have to happen?"

"You know why!" The man replied sharply "If your husband found out about the heritage of this child she would be killed on spot!"

The woman was silent for a few moments while she put herself back together. "Where will she go?"

The man seemed to be struggling internally before saying with a sigh" I am not supposed to be telling you this but, she is going with the hunt."

The woman's eyes widened. "You can't put her there! My husband will definetly find her there and when he does it is just a matter of time before he figures out who she is."

"No she won't. Her scent will be masked and he will never know the difference. "

"Can I...can I at least visit her when she is with the Hunt?"

"Yes but you must never let it be known that you are her mother."

She seemed to steel herself for a moment then picked the baby up and kissed the baby on the top of her head. "Stay safe, Bluebell, my little flower."

The man took Bluebell from the woman's arms. "She will milady."

The woman looks down into her hands. In them was a silver Peacock necklace inlaid with small diamonds as the eyes. She then looks back up at the man. She reaches across the table and puts the necklace over the baby head and around Bluebell's neck. "I love you my flower, and wish more than anything that i have ever wished for that i could keep you with me." The baby in her sleep, reached up and tugged on the necklace with her tiny hands. the woman smiles at this then looks back down in order to keep it together. When she looks up a couple minutes later, the man and the child are gone.

Okay so I know that this first chapter was short. I plan on making following chapters longer. So, do you guys like the idea? Do you like my writing style so far? Like all authors, I need reviews to run off of like America runs off of caffeine and sugar.-Gloom17