A/N: Hey, its moi again. I've decided to do one of those "new demigod with new prophecy" stories but I want your opinion as to whether you want me to continue this or not. Hence…R&R!
Full Summary: Erebus, son of Gaia, is planning to create a whole new world which he controls. To kick-start his plans, he needs to obtain his half-sister and demigod, Aria. Gaia has been trying to prevent him from taking her. In her desperation, Gaia stole a golden apple from the Garden of the Hesperides and eats it. Now, without her mother, Aria must prevent her half-brother from the possiblity of destroying light forever. Or she could just succumb to her desires and assist Erebus as second-in-command. She shall be either the key to the greatest good, or the key to the darkest evil.
Disclaimer: I don't live in America so I'm not Rick Riordan.
"My child, the key to the greatest good, the key to the darkest evil, it is all up to you, I want you to choose the future."
The motionless trees stood as if frozen in time, reaching up to their ultimate goal, the shining crown above. On a night like this, the Hesperides were peaceful and calm, sleeping quietly. However the night did not last long, as a figure was slowly approaching the horizon.
Gaia ran. She could not remember a time when she wasn't running. Gaia had run for over a millennia until she had forgotten why. But this time it was different, this time she knew the reason. Looking down at her swelling belly, she whispered, "For you."
A flowing mass of darkness, darker than the shadows itself, drew closer towards the trees, admiring the abundance of ripe apples draped around them. Slowly, it reached with a swirl of shadows towards the golden fruits. Ladon snapped at the smoky tendril, causing the creature to let out a hiss of disappointment. The trees seemed to darken at the thing's voice.
"Nothing can touch the Garden of the Hesperides easily, no matter how powerful," an alluring voice spoke from the starry night, and a golden form appeared before the black mass.
"You," hissed the mass, converting into a dark crow and shying away from the light.
The goddess that stood before it was perfect in almost every way, her skin almost glowing and her eyes lit up the world with warmth. Her only imperfection was her swelling belly.
"What have you come for, Erebus, my son?" questioned the goddess, in her enchanting voice, "You cannot touch these trees of the Hesperides, and so leave this garden of peace."
"The golden apples of the Hesperides, the source of life, and immortality, an ultimate goal of evil," rasped the crow circling the trees, adding, "but not mine."
Taken aback, the goddess began returning to the earth, but holding out its wing, the black crow somehow grasped the goddess by the neck without disintegrating into ashes by her presence.
"I don't need petty things like immortality, when I shall be the god of my own world." declared the crow as it tightened its grip.
A torrent of fury rushed forth from the goddess's body and the crow, finally feeling the effects of touching a goddess's true form, dropped and released the goddess.
Her strength draining from her, because of the sudden fury and her existence on earth as a true goddess, she changed into her human form and ran.
Aware of her motive, the crow began to chase after her, calling, "Your child shall be mine and it will create my world! Though you are mother of the Earth you cannot run forever in that form, Gaia!"
Knowing that the crow spoke the truth, Gaia thought of her decreasing strength and the only thing that could save her, the fruit from the garden of the Hesperides. The golden apples borne from the trees were the first beings on Earth; it was the source of life, the source of immortality. But interrupting her thoughts of salvation was the crow flying behind her. I might not be able to run forever, she thought, but I can run across my world. Looking down at her swelling belly, she whispered, "For you."
The motionless trees stood as if frozen in time, reaching up to their ultimate goal, the shining crown above. On a night like this, the Hesperides were peaceful and calm, sleeping quietly. However the rare tranquil night did not last long, as a figure was slowly approaching the horizon.
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