Sally Jackson gave another cry of pain, but no one heard her, lying alone in a cabin on Montauk Beach. Something was wrong. Labor pains shouldn't be so agonizing. The world was spinning, and she was deathly afraid that she might pass out, which would only spill disaster for her and the baby. Another convulsion wracked her body, and she screamed again.

A blinding light filled the room, but her eyes were shut tight with pain. Without warning, a beautiful woman, dark-haired, clothed in a Greek chiffon with a seemingly silver-spin belt, materialized before Sally.

"I'm sorry I took so long, my dear," the woman said to Sally, who was breathing heavily. "I was detained by the Queen."

"Hera?" Sally managed to say, taking deep breaths to steady herself. "What does she care about a child of Poseidon?"

"Enough to fear that he may cause great damage to her, sweet one. But do not fear, the Sea God managed to delay her so that you may have time to deliver this child."

Sally nodded, her breathing finally steady. "Thank you."

The beautiful Greek woman smiled, then turned as she rummaged around in a small pouch attached to her belt.

"Eileithyia?" Sally asked.

"Hmm?" The goddess said, not turning from her pouch.

"Did Poseidon send anything with you? A letter, a message?"

Eileithyia turned back, the smallest of smiles upon her face. "He did indeed, little one. Now, rest," she said as she tossed a handful of the powder from her pouch onto Sally, who instantly feel asleep. "And allow this new wonder of life to come into the world."


Sally awoke with her newborn son in one arm and a letter tucked into the other. Eileithyia was gone. She kissed the beautiful, tiny baby, a mop of shiny black hair on his head. Careful not to wake her sleeping child, she opened the envelope and read her final keepsake from the god of the seas.

As she discovered the truth about the prophecies, enemies, and threats surrounding her tiny, infant son, Sally felt a tear trace down her cheek. There was nothing Poseidon could do but watch over them. She was alone.

The baby was stirring, and she watched as the little boy opened his eyes, gaping at the world around him. She gasped aloud, staring into the perfect, sea green eyes of his father. Immense joy flooded her, and she smiled at such a beautiful child, her child.

"Perseus," she named him aloud. May his fortune be a million times greater than hers had ever been. And as she spoke, a warm, soft-glowing light filled the room, enveloping the mother and her child, destined to be great.


AN: Please review, and I shall continue with these one-shots. Next chapter: Enthusiasm