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Title: Twist of Fate

Rating: K+

Pairing: Hermes/OC

Summary: AU. Charisse vowed on the River Styx to raise and love Luke Castellan after May's death. Charmes! Dedicated to PurpleRose328!

Chapter 1

Her eyes landed on the small bundle in her arms. Despite of all the things that had happened, Charisse had to smile. Silently, Charisse blessed the child in her arms, Luke, my dear Luke. May you always have the will to survive, determination to fulfill your tasks, solution in the problems you'll face and lastly, faith. The faith to believe in the gods!

"I promise to raise and love as my own, Luke Castellan."

Flashback (few hours ago)

It was cold, dark December night. Just as the snow storm has ended, two figures met on a cliff in the woods of Connecticut. Down one side of the cliff, a highway cut through a ravine. Down the other side was someone's backyard. One was standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the moon. The other was holding a bundle, a baby, wrapped in the finest silk of white and gold.

"It was never an issue, my Lord." The woman in purple and gold Grecian tunic said. "Everyone knows you loved her more anything." Her voice was bitter. Mixture anger, pain and possibly even jealousy.

The figure in front of her flinched. "You know-"

"Save it, Hermes." she cut out before Hermes could say anything that would hurt her. "I would raise him, Hermes. I don't care what's on your mind."

"Charisse," Hermes said. "Don't you realized that your breaking-!"

"I," Charisse breathed in. "Charisse, goddess of Will and Determination swear on the River Styx to raise this child as my own. I will love and protect him no matter what happens. Face the consequences. And devote my life to my son." Thunder rumbled as she gets to hold of the baby. The promise has been made.

Hermes watched mouth agape as Charisse left with the scent of purple rose linger all over the place.

End of Flashback

11 years later

"Mom! Mom!" a boy about ten years old bounced as he entered the living room on their small penthouse in Manhattan, New York. "Mom!" he had blonde hair, blue eyes and was about 4 ft. in height.

"How's school dear?" a woman sipping her daily dose of Starbucks coffee said. The penthouse wasn't exactly small. the furniture's were made out of the finest materials. Curtains made out of silk were drawn back. On the coffee table rest a vase full of purple rose.

"It was fine! Though…" the boy trailed off. Charisse raised an eyebrow, "Though?"

"It's weird, mom." The boy chirped. "A man approached me. He had salt and pepper like hair and his shoes had wings! The weirdest thing was is that he hugged me."

Charisse frowned then smiled again, increasing the boy's confusion. "How about," Charisse said then whispered in the boys ears.

The kid grinned, almost mischievous like. "You're the best mom!" the boy punched in to the air and chanted. "We're going to Greece!" Then the boy stopped.

"What's the matter, Luke?" Charisse worriedly asked.

Luke looked down and sighed, "I'll never get to see Winged Guy again. I'll miss George and Martha, too." Then Luke looked up, smiling. "It's okay though, he promised to visit me anyways!"

For a minute, Charisse tensed. "Mom?"

"Luke." Charisse said, tears beginning to swell up her eyes. "Promise me to never talk to him again." Then she hugged the boy. "I don't want you to be taken away from me. I'll die if Hermes…Oh, Luke!" Charisse sobbed.

"It's 'kay, mom." Luke said.

Charisse immediately wiped the tears off her eyes. "Now, how about we pack for our trip to Greece?"

Author's Note: It's weird, right? Oh well. Try to review, okay? Please point out my flaws and mistakes. Thank you!:)