I am a goddess, yes. I am Hera, yes. But being a goddess can't guarantee you a worthy son, an honest husband, a happy married life and a soulmate. Zeus is my husband but I never truly loved him. He was king of gods, he ask me to marry, I denied, he stalked and I was forced to marry him. His smell never attached me and even though I am goddess of marriage and I never cheated the chaste bond of marriage, in my heart I was shattered, incomplete. Percy gave me something. He gave me hope. He was the one who waked my ever dormant heart and make me do things I never did, nor I was ever supposed to do.

Looking at my newborn son,Iraklís I wondered why I'm so happy to have him. I have had babies before but this happiness, it's alien to even us, Olympians. His face resembled his father, Perseus, so much and his eyes, sea green, like Percy in colour and shape. Never did a godly son resembled his father as much asIraklís.

While I was pattingIraklís, I wondered what Percy would we doing. I haven't seen him since months, last when he visited Olympus, and it's for his own safety. But I need to see him. I need to see his perfect features, his face, overwhelmed with sarcasm and manly beauty, with just a little beard announcing his arrival in adulthood. Just eighteen years old and saviour of Olympus more than once. Percy, the survivor of Tartarus, one whose body smells of sea and herbs and everything enchanting. His stare making all the lads and ladies, weak to their knees. I need to see him I resolved and so I summon Aphrodite, my companion in adultery.

She appeared with her usual dramatic way with a shower of shimmering hearts. "Dearest mother in law, you called?" Said she with a dramatic soap opera voice, "sooner or later everyone calls on love."

"Aphrodite, I need your help." I said.

"So I know. I know everything. I can literally see your hear awake and active reciting your beloved's name. What do you want me to do?" She recited.

"You are goddess of love", I said, "and I am an ocean deep under love. Do something to ease me. Let me see Percy, let me have him."

"So you say. But those who love can never find ease." So saying she vanished and I stood their for a long time trying to get sense out of her words.