Hello guys, this is my first ever FanFic! I'm super excited to share my writing with you guys, although I'm late by… a lot of time.
I own nothing from the PJO Universe, although I wish I did. Hope you guys enjoy it!
The Birth
A woman walked across the busy night streets of New York. It had been a long time since she had come up to the upper world, where these mortals dwelled. They were curious creatures, bound by loyalty and tainted by corruption, yet they managed to get by. She sometimes humoured herself on how powerless they were, compared to her or even the Olympians. One flick of her wrist and she could bring down an entire city, but she had to maintain control. She was Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night after all.
Nyx hurried her steps, looking for some company, but glancing around her, no one seemed to notice she was there. After Erebus had faded away, she had been left alone,without companionship. Yet she couldn't ask her children to keep her company. They were too old and busy. Her black dress clung to her pale body while her thin cardigan failed to protect her from the chilly wind. Yet that didn't bother her.
Eventually, she found herself in Central Park, a bustle of children ran around her, giggling and laughing. How she longed to have a child she could love and cherish. Sure, she had many children, but how could one say Charon was normal. She sat down on a nearby bench and began to think.
As the goddess mused over her desires, a man in his late 20's walked over to the bench. His sweatshirt and shorts clung to him, as sweat adorned his forehead. His daily run always took it out of him. He had had a long day and was in a desperate need to sit down and relax. He glanced at her and froze, unable to take his eyes off the beauty sitting right in front of him.
Her regal face was adorned with the darkest of black eyes, endless pools of black that sucked you in. Her nose was perfect while her cheeks were high, symbolic of a true queen. There seemed to be no blemish on her face. Her neck was long and bare, revealing a small tattoo of a bat sleeping on a branch. She was a knockout.
The man broke out of reveries and coughed to get her attention
Nyx looked up to find a man in front of her. "May I sit here?" he asked.
"Sure. My name is Helen." She knew enough not to reveal her name, even though the man would probably be oblivious to the Greek world. She smiled warmly at him, and shuffled a little aside.
"Thank you. The name's Daniel - Daniel Jackson" He replied, taking a seat next to her.
She then realised something. A way to make her desires come true, while keeping it a secret from all her other children. She would have a demigod child, a perfect child.