A/N So this is my sequel to Greek Gods Are WHAT!, I'm almost finished with my other story, The Titans' Prisoners, so after I am actually done with it, this will be first and foremost. Until then, the updates might be a little slow.

I looked down at the young boy in my arms and smiled. Luckily he looked like his father, and not me. He has light, sandy blonde hair(and quite a lot of it for a newborn) and bright blue eyes. I could tell he was going to be a heartbreaker when he grew up. Also like his father.

"Miss Alethea?" the nurse questioned, like she had for the last five minutes. I sighed in annoyance. My son would have this name for the rest of his life, I wasn't going to rush the decision making process.

It was between a couple of names, most of them originating from Greece. I had become obsessed with it ever since I had found out Andrew was actually Apollo, and it didn't help that I had found out that my last name means truthful one in Greek. So anyways it was down to Damon, meaning constant and loyal in Greek, Alex, meaning protector of mankind also in Greek, and Fallon, which I just liked.

I sighed, finally coming to a decision. "Alex. Alex Fallon Alethea."

"All right, Miss Alethea. We'll leave you two, for now. If you need anything, all you have to do is press that button, remember?" she reminded me, nodding toward the remote connected to my hospital bed.

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled in annoyance.

She walked out of the room hurriedly, like she couldn't get away fast enough. I just sighed and looked out the window happily. The sun was especially warm and inviting today, which made me almost think that he was greeting his new son, but I knew better. He was a god, and the biggest flirt of them all. He wouldn't care, he has a lot of kids. I knew that now, I had done my research.

I hated the fact that he had tricked me like that. Of course, I try to keep in mind that he's a god. He could have used some sort of magic, or something, to make me act so stupid. But it didn't matter. Either way, I had fallen for it, for him, and now I was left with his son. By myself.

But now that I'm sitting here with said son in my arms, it didn't seem nearly as bad.

So here I am, an eighteen year old, straight out of highschool, holding a baby in my arms, not giving a damn what people thought of me. So I made on mistake (one HUGE mistake), it really didn't change who I was.

Just everything else in my life.

I sighed and looked down at my son again. I knew his life would be hard, harder than I could imagine. But in the Greek myths, the demigods were always heros. Saving the world, kicking monster-ass, helping the gods and goddesses. I hoped he would do all this one day, but at the same time wished he didn't have to.

"Well Alex, looks like it's just you and me, kid. For now anyways."

He opened his eyes and gave me a look. It was the most serious face I had ever seen on a child, and it made me wonder if he knew what I meant.

One day, they'll come and take you. Then you'll have to go off and fight, and hope you manage to survive.

A/N I know that this is SUPER short. I usually try to make my chapters longer, but this is just a preface. Next chapter (the first one) will have Alex a little older, and there's gonna be a prophecy. Oh goody, right? I'm thinking of adding some stuff from the new book The Lost Hero, but I don't want to leave any spoilers for you guys. So tell me what you think about that, it'll be easier for those of you who have read it. And do forget to review! I need inspiration, which your reviews gave me. So, keep 'em coming! I'd really like to hear what you have to say. And once again, NONE OF THE OTHER CHAPTERS WILL BE THIS SHORT, SO DON'T WORRY! Thank you:)

TheOracleofDelphi

P.S. I have Ch. 1 written already, but I'm not posting until I get at least 2 reviews. Mostly because it might change depending on your reviews and opinions. You cam PM me as well. And just because I want two to continue (because I'm not so well how well this will go over) doesn't mean I don't NEED/WANT more.