PROLOGUE

The Olympians' bickering did not stop when Aphrodite walked in with a child. They continued to shout profanities at each other, using their weapons. Ares was snarling at Artemis, while Apollo glared at Ares. Hermes was snickering at Dionysus, while Demeter cried helplessly at Hermes. The big three, and Athena were no better. Hades and Poseidon were yelling at Zeus and Athena, and the whole room looked like it was about to burst. Hestia stood in the background, her lips curled back into a frown as she watched her family fight. They were all angry about the prophecy that was too happen in fifteen years. All of them heard, but all wished it would not be their child. All wished their child would survive, and not be killed by Kronos.

"She's mine," Aphrodite called, her hands wrapped securely around the bundle. Encounters with children was forbidden. Aphrodite was breaking a law. But Zeus did not care, for his granddaughter was now in danger, after being born. The room shut up, all eyes darting towards the pink blanket. Demeter was the first to step forward, her hands outstretched. Athena came next. And though she was resistant at first, her heart swelled when she saw the beautiful blue eyes of Aphrodite's baby. Poseidon came next; his eyes never leaving the baby's. He was overjoyed to be holding such a beautiful, for he had no daughter. Only sons. Zeus was the most overjoyed to hold the child, his smile brightening, and the clouds becoming brighter. The girl reminded him of Thalia, his favorite daughter.

"I deserve to see my family," A voice called. All head turned, looking into the face of Hades. Aphrodite hissed in maternal love, her hands going over her child's head. Hades rolled his eyes, but saw the blue orbs of the girl. Immediately, his heart was swelled. They were Bianca's eyes. He choked out, his footsteps getting heavier as he neared closer. "Please, Aphrodite," He whispered.

Everyone was shocked, their eyes widening. Cautiously, she took her child from her father's hands, and handed it to her uncle. What shocked them even more was the way he smiled at her. Or the fact that she giggled and pressed her tiny hand to his face. Hestia was the only one to see it, but she realized something in the lines of the prophecy; A sea of blue will bring the Olympians from fall, but the darkness in the sea will forgive no all, as the hero will crumble, so will her charm, and all that will be left is her to harm.

This child was the beginning to the Prophecy of the Rising. She will meet people, and she will learn her past. Hestia could only hope best for the child of Aphrodite. She, in fact, was much more than just Aprodite's daughter though. She was the Olympian's gift;She was their curse. So as the baby stared into Hestia's eyes, all she could do was give a smile.

"Dad!" Ebony screeched, walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. The first thing her father saw was the resemblance between his daughter and his lover. The second thing he noticed was the blue hair; the really, really blue hair. Unlike her normal russet brown hair, it was a neon blue. Immediately, he knew who did this. His second child, Eli. Ebony and Eli were fully related. His lover had came back several years later when Ebony was just seven. They 'hooked up' and made Eli Theron. Both his children are growing up too fast, and realizing that they don't have a mother. The prophecy is getting closer for Ebony, seeing as in a few months she will turn fifteen. But he realized that once he sent his eldest to camp, the other would be a danger as well. But right now, all that mattered was the fact that his fourteen year old daughter had blue hair. "I'm going to kill Eli,"

"Now, Ebs, as much as I would love to get rid of him too," He joked, "You can't kill him. It would look bad on CPS." Ebony rolled her eyes, already annoyed in her dad. She was just getting back for summer vacation from her boarding school. So far, it was her 6th one this year. Her dyslexia and ADHD was bad enough, now her father thinks she's a delinquent.

Seven year old Eli ran into the room, his hands covered in blue dye. Their dad sighed, his hands reaching up to massage his temples. Ebony glared at her brother, her eyes glazing over in fury. "You're dead, twerp." With that, he watched his two children run around his house, getting blue everywhere. The only thing that got him out of his trance was the note that appeared on his newspaper that he had been attempting to read before Ebony came out blue.

' I'm afraid it is time, Richard, - A' The note was written in cursive on a pink sticky note. He chuckled, wondering how he fell in love with such a woman. He was one of the only who could see through the mist. But the sadness and fear washed into his stomach as he thought about his lover. His children were going to be taken away from him, and put into a life that they never wanted, never knew, and never wished to find out. The two children, one with blue hair, and the other with blue hands, were his life. And Greek myths would never, ever, take away his love for them.