Perseus had set out on his quest; everything was just beginning and as Athena had told him, he had found his destiny in Argos and it was the Princess with whom he had fallen in love. Argos knew that the demigod and their soldiers were gone hoping to find a way to save the kingdom, but they were not the only ones who knew; the gods on Olympus had been informed of the quest, except for one. Zeus was seated on his throne, unaware of his son's intentions; he was certain that the deeds his wife had done were what would save them, but he was wrong and other of his sons would tell him. He would no longer be alone in the great throne room, for the son he was joined by was Apollo. Apollo walked towards his father and bowed; Zeus welcomed his entrance and wanted to know what message his son had for him.

"Speak," he instructed.

"Perseus, your son," Apollo said.

Zeus heard the name of his demigod son again, but did not want to feel threatened.

"What consequence is he?" he asked.

"He aims to kill the Kraken," Apollo replied.

"Does he now?" Zeus said; he did not find this intention dangerous, but foolish that he let out a gentle laugh, "Let him try."

"Perhaps you should help him," Apollo suggested.

"Help him undo our plan?" Zeus replied.

He was still so certain that Hera was the key to bringing back the people's prayers; nothing would let him think otherwise, but only because he refused to let it. It was all part of his stubbornness, but yet it could be broken.

"Hera is one of a jealous and vengeful nature that knows no bounds," Apollo stated, "she can't be trusted with this might. She will never be contempt just as she serves you."

"But she serves me well, better than any of you," Zeus replied, "they pray again in Argos, they bow and they pray."

"But who are they praying to?" Apollo asked; he was clearly much wiser than his father, "Have we grown stronger? Have we been nourished? I haven't felt it. Her way is not our way; they will always fear revenge and death, so she will always be fed. We need the love of the humans!"

Apollo's words were wise, but Zeus would not acknowledge them.

"I do what I do to ensure our survival; Hera is an instrument of that end," he said, "now; leave me."

Apollo was reluctant to find that his father would take into consideration everything he had said and expressed; he was unable to say anything more, only bow to his father again.

"You will hear nothing more of this from me," he said as he bowed.

"Good," Zeus said and he watched as his son left him alone once more.

But alone is not how he would be, for another of his children was to join him but her arrival was different from her brother's; she appeared through her mist of gold and stood before her father, bowing just like Apollo.

"Apollo is right father," Athena said, "Perseus is our only hope, not Hera."

"And why should I choose to believe such a thought?" Zeus asked.

"You have never turned me away nor have you ever dismissed my opinions," Athena told him, "You once had love for this son of yours and I believe there is still some left in you; do not try and turn away from it. Perseus is setting out on a dangerous quest and I seek to guide him."

Zeus knew Athena was not afraid of him, for her wisdom was greater than his and all the other gods.

"You, Athena, you choose to side against me with this son that holds no love for me, for us?" he said as he rose to his feet, "You seek to undo our plan?"

"This is Hera's plan, not yours and not ours. You cannot stop me father; I betray no one," Athena replied and she slowly walked closer to him, "I have been betrayed, but I have not betrayed; Perseus is your son, you are my father and so he is my brother. His blood is your blood as is mine and I will not turn on one of my own blood."

She then forced something into his hand.

"Learn to love him again father; learn to realise that he is the one who will save us," she said, "learn to be a father to him as you are a father to me."

Athena had spoken all she needed to; there was nothing more to be said and is why she took her leave in the same way she arrived. Zeus looked at what she had forced into his hand; it was wrapped in white cloth, so he had to uncover it with his fingers. He finally did; it was the model of Perseus, like the models of every living person surrounding him. Zeus looked at what he had of his son and could almost feel a twinge of compassion, but not a great deal for he still felt bitter.

"He has no love for me," he said to himself in a bitter tone.

"You will gain his love if you become a father to him," a voice said.

Zeus turned around to where it was coming from and saw his brother Hades sitting on his own throne; Hades stood up onto his feet and walked towards his brother and king.

"A son can only love his father if his father loves him without any condition," he said and Zeus was listening, but he still felt the need to reply.

"What do you know?" Zeus asked him.

"I have my own sons and daughters with my wife; I know what it is to be a father," Hades answered, "Your daughter Athena is never wrong brother; perhaps you should consider the opinions of your children if you are to put an end to this war and regain the people's prayers. Your son Apollo speaks the truth; I do not feel nourished and neither do you, so maybe this son who holds no love for you is our only solution for Hera's ways may just be for her own sake."

His brother's words were mirroring the words of his son and daughter and his eyes were once again on the model of his demigod son that he was still holding in his hand; what if they were right? What if Hera's ways were only for her own sake and Perseus was the key to saving them all?

For her own sake were indeed what Hera's way were; there was no proof of it, but it was the truth and she had discovered another way to ensure that she did succeed. Whatever happened to King Acrisius? He had been struck by Zeus' lightning as punishment for casting Danaë and Perseus into the sea, but what became of him afterwards? The answer to that question lay under the city of Argos. There was a hideout under the city and by the sea and no one knew of its existence, except for the occupant and the gods, but the gods never ventured there until the night of that very same day. Helios had set and Selene was now reigning once again, while the goddess of marriage herself had entered the unknown home under Argos; the occupant was there as she knew he would be and said his name, a name that he had not called himself for years.

"King Acrisius."

The occupant was wearing a black hooded robe; the hood was covering his face and he heard her call him what she did, but he felt she had to be corrected.

"There is no Acrisius, just Calibos," he said with anger in his abnormal voice.

He expressed his anger even further when he threw a goblet of wine away from him, as Hera slowly entered. Calibos turned to look at his visitor and straightened himself in his surprise; he was no longer slouching over anything.

"We have an enemy in common; Zeus," she told him.

"Zeus?" Calibos gasped; he had just heard the one name he hated of all names.

"My husband," Hera said.

Calibos suddenly realised who his visitor was, but why was the goddess of marriage visiting him?

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"Zeus' seed in your daughter survived," Hera explained, "the child of your shame… Perseus."

"He lives?" Calibos replied.

"You murdered your daughter for nothing," Hera said; Calibos was not aware that she was lying, "now Perseus herds himself from Argos to destroy me. He must die!"

"What would you have me do?" he asked.

"Zeus must think I serve him, but I am growing stronger," the goddess said, "Until I possess my full power, you will be my weapon. Come."

Calibos followed her orders and approached her; she took off his robe revealing his deformed self. Indeed, he was no longer a King, but a monster; Zeus had punished him in a terrible manner. Hera prepared herself and once she was ready, she exhaled some of her powers into Calibos; he could feel how different he was.

"Use this!" she commanded him, "Kill Perseus for me and I'll destroy Zeus for you."

"I serve you my Queen! The boy will die!" he swore to her.

This was his chance to see Zeus destroyed, which is what he had longed for all those years and Hera saw a true warrior in her new weapon; all he had do for her was to find Perseus and eliminate him before he could complete his quest and to see his stepson dead was only something that would please the former King.