(Hey, guys, did some editing here. Nothing to change the story; just some grammatical errors to be checked up on. I do not own The 39 Clues, Harry Potter, The Kane Chronicles, or Percy Jackson and the Olympians!)
Prologue
"Take her to Iskandar," the goddess spoke shakily.
"Iskandar? From the House of Life? Those are completely different gods, Hecate! You're crazy!" the god next to her said. His winged sandals fluttered restlessly.
"Take my daughter to him, Hermes! He shall raise my daughter. We will raise my son," Hecate swept her sleek dark hair with her thin hand.
"Who is, 'we', exactly?" Hermes asked.
"Persephone. She will raise Odion," Hecate answered sharply.
"Why Persephone?" Hermes asked suspiciously.
"Never mind that. Go, now! Hera is coming," Hecate tensed.
"Wh-"Hermes began.
"Go!" Hecate urged. Hermes disappeared with a clap of thunder.
"What have you done?" Hera snapped. Hecate wheeled around, terrified. She was stunned with silence. The queen goddess stamped her foot in impatience.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Hera raised her voice. No reply.
"Answer me, Hecate, or I swear on the River Styx, I'll-!" Hera let the threat hang in the air.
"What are you raving about now, Hera?" Hecate managed to sound indifferent.
"What am I- What am I raving about, Hecate? Is that what you asked? Do not play dumb with me!" Hera shrieked.
"I have done nothing wrong," Hecate mumbled, losing confidence to Hera's glare.
"Do not lie to me. I am the goddess of childbirth, for Zeus's sake!" Hera growled. Thunder could be heard in the distance. "I sensed it, Hecate! I can sense children being born!" Hera continued.
"Why does it matter to you, anyway?" Hecate hissed.
"It matters because you have endangered us all! Mortals, included. I felt an extraordinary child be born on this night. Where is it?" Hera snarled.
"He. Where is he," Hecate corrected quietly.
"Go on, where is the child? Where is he?" Hera was growing more impatient by the minute.
"I gave him to Hermes. He was to bring him to the Underworld. To Persephone," Hecate whispered.
"Why Persephone?" Hera inquired.
"You know I helped Demeter find her when Hades took her. Demeter trusts me to watch over her when she is in the Underworld each year. I cannot interfere with my child. I only trust her to raise my son," Hecate explained.
"Why aren't you there now?" Hera questioned.
"I couldn't give birth with Hades around, Hera! He'd explode!" Hecate almost yelled.
"I'd like to see that," Hera sighed. She scrutinized Hecate; she could tell she was holding something back.
"I-I promised Persephone my next child," Hecate confessed," I didn't know my next would be such a, such a-" she searched for the right word.
"Mistake?" Hera suggested.
"-responsibility," Hecate finished. Her eyes narrowed at Hera.
"Please don't tell anyone, Hera," she pleaded.
"If you wanted to keep this a secret, why by Zeus did you tell Hermes? He's such a gossip!" Hera snapped. Thunder boomed.
"Do you really think I told him everything? You think that I am stupid? I didn't tell him who the child was born to!" Hecate snorted at Hera's foolishness. Hera ignored Hecate's last comment.
"What have you named the child?" Hera asked quietly.
"Odion," Hecate mumbled.
"Odion?" Hera echoed. "Not named after his puny mortal father?" She sneered.
"He is no Muggle," Hecate spat. Hera didn't reply.
"You should leave," Hecate muttered. Hera remained silent until she had walked to the cave entrance. She turned to Hecate.
"Your son is to be raised by Persephone. You will not interfere. Understood?" Hera threatened. Hecate nodded shakily.
"I'll be watching. I've toyed with enough godly spawn. You know what I'm capable of." Hera faded into the air. Back to Olympus. Hecate gulped.
"Hermes," she whispered. "Are you there?"
"Yes." Hermes appeared with a soft pop. He held a bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Is Odion with Persephone?" Hecate asked. Hermes's head snapped up.
"You named your son Odion?" His eyes widened. Hecate nodded gravely.
"That is a recipe for disaster! Everyone will know!" he exasperated.
"Only you, Hermes, would even bother to learn any language other than Greek or English. Athena maybe, but I doubt it. We never dared to enter their territory. Why would we learn how they speak?" Hecate crossed her arms, daring Hermes to object.
"Good point," he replied weakly. "But they will not be happy to learn that a child of a Greek goddess is on their turf, learning their secrets."
Hecate sighed and pulled back the blankets a bit to reveal a newborn child. Hecate gasped.
"The eyes?" her lip quivered. The baby's eyes were startling amber.
"From the magic," Hermes explained.
"Take her. Take her to her father," Hecate ordered. She leaned in and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"Goodbye, Zia," Hecate whispered. She watched tearfully as Hermes departed with her daughter.
A girl with frizzy red hair stood over a cake covered with sixteen candles. She laughed as her friends began to sing:
"Happy Birthday to you." The girl blushed and giggled.
"Happy Birthday to you." The girl doubled over. Her friends assumed she was just laughing hard.
"Happy Birthday, dear Rachel." Rachel's eyes bugged out.
"Happy Birthday to you!" Rachel's friends all yelled the last line. Rachel straightened. Her green eyes looked even greener then, if that was even possible.
"You alright, Ray?" her friend, Annabeth, asked jokingly. When Rachel spoke, her voice sounded eerily magnified. Annabeth and her boyfriend Percy's eyes snapped to Rachel's face.
"A child sent to a different certainty
will return to test the godly trinity.
The godling child will bring forward
a group that shall cause haphazard.
All gods have waited for the connection
that shall come to be this dangerous complexion."
Once Rachel had finished, she collapsed. Right unto her birthday cake.
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