I had heard my daughter's trembling prayers. I had not answered her. She needed to realise that this was up to her now, and her alone. I could not continue to aid her; she needed to grow strong by herself. The eyes though, that was a mistake. I regretted how weak they were, but it was too late for me to change them. When I had formed her, I had developed nearly everything to a workable standard. Except the eyes. A simple mistake, easily overlooked in the creation process. But also easily undone, for it would take but a minute to continue the development.The only problem was, I needed her to come into contact with me. And I needed her to without any of those pestersome demigods noticing she had left.The way that I could help her was through my power. Night. As the sun set over Camp Half-Blood, I preened some darkness from my hand, endowing some clay with it's intentions. It held fast, the package the indefinite colour of an abyss. After whistling, a hellhound shadow-travelled to my side, her studded collar the mark of Percy Jackson. Perfect; the plan was still in motion.
Fastening the package to her collar, I sent her on her way to the mortal word. I waited tensely. There was a chance that it would not be my Nisha that opened the package, but someone else. That could be a problem. So, I lied in wait, ready to strike anyone who wasn't my daughter. I could feel that her powers were drained. She wasn't using them right. Concentrating hard, I installed a message into the traveling package which should help her. An instruction, of sorts. Then, all I could do was hope it got to her.