Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson nor any of its characters, I just own my own character Antheia/Alyssa.
Zeus was pacing back and forth, striding with impatience as he waited outside of Heras bedroom as she was giving birth to their latest child. The sky rumbled with thunder, matching Zeus's frustration on how long it was taking.
He heard a noise behind him and he spun around to see the three Fates appear about ten yards behind him, standing next to a tall pillar. Their long, thin, wrinkly faces were all in unison of perfect composure, expressing no emotion whatsoever. In the middle ones hand was a giant wicker basket, holding a giant ball of electric yellow yarn. The one on the right had giant knitting nettles, which seemed to have magic radiating off it them, and the one to the left had a pair of dainty scissors.
Zeus rushed forward, having been expecting them for some time. The middle one held out a hand in a gesture telling him to stop. He froze, this time about two feet away from them, his face was drawn with worry and concern.
The place was silent, the tall pillars were towering over, the marble floor stretched out, the waiting gods mumbling in the council room, whispering about the soon to be newest goddess.
A single cry came from behind the closed doors, signaling that the new child was born. The fates closed their eyes, searching for the young girls future. They all nodded their heads twice, and opened their eyes. The one with knitting needles stepped forward, addressing Zeus.
"Your new child will be blessed with powers beyond belief. Powers over nature, animals, and weather itself. She will replace one of the gods who was so long forgotten, the great god Pan. Though his soul is still out there, the wild is failing, but nature will take over and replenish the earth. She will be strong, like the earth, but gentle like the wind. Her voice will be like a songbirds, her heart as big as a strong oak tree. She will also find love, soulmate to another who has waited so long for his love. They will help each other in troubled times, and always be there for each other. Though..."
At this, her face scrunched in a painful expression, the two other fates started clutching their heads and moaning.
In a raspy voice, the fate continued, "Something terrible will happen that will affect you all, the newest goddess shall be taken, and she will disappear for ten long years. Though you will search, you will not find her, only when she comes to you will she be able to return."
Zeus's face morphed into an expression of pure rage, his hands scrunched into fists and with a shout, thunder exploded all over the sky, threatening anyone to take away his precious daughter. Other gods and creatures started to come out, wondering what was angering the god of the sky.
Suddenly, the doors opened behind Zeus, and out walks a nymph, summoning Zeus to come in. His anger quickly vanished and he walked with powerful strides into the room.
When he entered, he noticed the large, white marble walls with pictures carved in them. His eyes quickly found the bed where his wife Hera, was sitting and rushed over. In her arms was a tiny bundle, wrapped in a golden blanket. She handed it to Zeus and he gently took hold of in, placing it comfortably in his arms. He pulled back the silk blanket to reveal a tiny baby girl with a patch of brown hair on the top of her head. Her skin was a rosy pink and when he reached to softly caress her face, her eyes opened, showing bright emerald orbs that seemed to sparkle. When she saw Zeus, her plush, pink lips slowly curled up to reveal her first smile. Zeus felt his heart tighten with love for his new daughter, and the drive to protect her against anything. His eyes wandered over to Hera, who was propped up in her bed, her dark ringlets tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes filled with pride at her daughter who was the newest addition to her perfect family.
"Zeus, come here please."
He quickly obeyed and walked over to Hera, still holding their daughter. He reached her bed and placed the baby back in her arms. They both smiled at her.
"Zeus, I heard what the fates had to say, about her being the goddess of nature. I think we shall call her Antheia, meaning flower."
Zeus smiled. "I like that name very much dear."
He leaned down and kissed his wife's forehead, before kissing Antheia's forehead and,thinking of what the Fates said, gently whispered in her ear, "I won't let anyone ever take you, my little flower."