As I was pulled into my subconscious, I couldn't help but wonder, what would the world I created do? Where would it's path lead it? Down the road of destruction? Or one of peace? I couldn't live with the thought that fresh, new, pure, world was tainted by my powers. The death that I was supposed to cause... No! I can't think about that! It would be a catastrophe if my powers were leaking out into the world.

The sudden urge to destroy welled up in me, filling me with anger, and hate. What had any of this done to deserve to live? Nothing. I have created it, so I have power over it. This is what they deserve, they deserve to be murdered and to murder. Only the strong can survive. Only those who prove themselves to me, their great maker.

No, I cannot think these thoughts. Imagine what effect that could have on the earthly life! Chaos was counting on me. She put her trust in me to bring life into this world, not to take it away. They needed to live, If not because that is their purpose, then because of my big sister. My caring sister. Really she was the one doing all the creating, and everything that I did was for her.

A thought that did not bode well floated across my mind. What if I never awoke? Then Chaos would never be able to make any kind of life! She would be alone again... And I will be here maybe forever, letting my destructive power flow freely. No I must give her the key that was given to me, thirty years ago. The key that will let the water flow and the fire burn, to make living creations.

'But why should she have them?' A small corner of my mind asked, getting bolder and it gained my attention, 'What right does she have? She wasn't born with this glorious power! You are the king of destruction, and you must have your pitiful subjects.' Maybe she shouldn't have the power, what would a little girl do with such power? She could only squander it!

I couldn't give in to this part of me, Chaos was not power-hungry, she wouldn't waste it. She would create more and more life! I was unsure of how I could separate myself from my powers, but I had to try. Chaos wouldn't be alone. I can't bear the thought of her crying again. Not on my watch.

I remembered all to well the first time we met, when I made her cry with my mistrust.

"Never again!" I shouted. I focused with all my power, all that I had left. I thought of Chaos, of her having what little power that was mine. I felt the strength which I was born with leave me. I was small, and insignificant. But this is what needed to happen, I didn't need powers, and I sure as hell couldn't let them cause pain.

More that a hot second later... Give or take a few millennia...

A new life had come into the world! Great power surged the land, reminding it of a sensation from when it was very young. Warmth. That was what the earth felt. The warmth of a father. But this child was not that father, he was without the superiority of the father it felt at it's birth. He was without his power.

His cries reached to the heavens, calling for his mother and father. He was not conceived of fire and water. He was a more 'normal' child in the arms of his loving mother, with a sad, heartbroken, yet still loving father. The child's father knew that he must go on a voyage, and never return. For fear of the cruel laws, and the man who would seek to kill him for his daring attempt at life.

It was a bittersweet day. Everything felt the sadness of the green eyes that watched his son for the first time. The tides violently beating the beaches, tempest and nimbus clouds swirled and cried with the man.

He looked at his lover. Grimacing while she smiled. She knew he had to go. No matter what she said could change that, but before he went she stopped him, the same smile on her face, "You haven't forgotten to name him, have you?" He laughed with joy, tears in his eyes, "I-I guess I did..."

"Well then? What should we call him? Something happy." The mother added the last part with a sharper tone. Couldn't go naming her baby death or something. Right. "Hmm... Well how about Perseus? That was a relatively good story. With a happy ending..." That truly was what the man wanted for his child, a happy ending.

"OK then. Perseus it is." The father gave one last sad smile, and walked out the door. The mother, presumably Ms. Jackson sighed, "Perseus Jackson. It's just you and me, my little king."

That's all for today! Thanks for reading, and thanks to everyone who has followed my story!

I don't own PJO, Uncle Rick does.

Hope you enjoyed, -Ely