A/N: Hey everyone, welcome to my first fic in the PJO category. I'm not sure about the title so I want to change it later, please PM me with ideas or leave a review, thank you! With my GCSEs starting this year, I won't be able to write a proper story with an actual plot line so I might just make it a series of one shots. So I present to you the prologue!
Prologue
She tightened her cloak around her, the rain pouring down in buckets over her head. She was sure Zeus was doing this on purpose to her. She couldn't believe what she had done, she was disgraced with herself and she knew it wouldn't be long before she would have to escape the wrath of the other Olympians. Had she been drunk or just angry at Zeus? He had no right to go around and have all these demigod children whilst she remained the faithful, good wife. Maybe she was feeling spiteful or maybe, maybe she had just desperately wanted a demigod child of her own. She was going to have to go into hiding for nine months and then the child would be raised by that mortal and sent to Camp Half Blood. However, if anyone found out that it was her child than the child would have a terrible fate. Not to mention that she herself would be punished severely as well.
She couldn't even use her godly powers to find a good place to hide or go to Olympus as that would just draw too much attention to herself and she couldn't risk that. She would have to do it the mortal way and even that mere thought made her face contort with disgust. Her? The Queen of Heavens had been reduced to walking in the rain trying to find a place to hide for nine months. How was it possible she had even come to this stage? Were the fates just being particularly spiteful? She couldn't imagine she had done anything to upset them, she was just being her usual, gracious self. If her child turned out to be a true hero and saved them all, then and only then would she claim the hero as hers, people would be surprised, sure but at least they couldn't punish her for giving birth to the savior of Olympus. Maybe the best decision would be to go to the Oracle first, she would be able to give her advice on where to hide and if her child would become a hero. She would have to sneak into Camp Half Blood without being noticed, piece of cake for a goddess such as herself.
~ Nine months later ~
She looked down at the bundle of blankets beneath her and smiled at the beautiful, delicate face. Her child. She was perfect enough to be her daughter, she felt a twinge of sadness that she wouldn't be seeing this baby for a long, long time. But it was fate, it was what had to be done. Saying goodbye to the child, she sent the cradle down to that mortal. She then smiled slightly to herself before whispering, "It's time to go home."