On top of Mount Olympus, inside a great big palace, a lonely goddess sat on a simple chair. The goddess of marriage, who had received more infidelity that one would be able to count, who had been forced to marry her husband, watched as her champion/grandson journeyed across the continent, in search of his mother.

Hera had known since the first week she met him. His mannerism, his powers to control animals, how he was always faster in the woods and at night, she had to be blind to not see it.

It was a big shock nonetheless. The maiden goddess Artemis had conceived a child, out of wedlock from what she could tell. After all, she had never received any notification of a marriage between the goddess of the hunt and a man.

The queen of Olympus had an idea of who the father of Hector was. Upon seeing him from the first time, the resemblance of the child, her, and another fellow Olympian was uncanny. She knew there was only one reason as to how this had happened: her eldest child.

Perseus was taken away from her and Poseidon when he was just a baby. After that, she had been forced to marry Zeus, and Poseidon had been forced to marry Ampheite. It broke both of their hearts, as neither of them fully recovered from it. Even as they never recovered, as time passed by, the love they both shared started to disappear into simply just a memory.

With Zeus' rule, Perseus' banishment, and the constant infidelity made the Queen of Olympus very bitter. Her happiness became a thing of the past, not even present in the history books. Just like her son, her happiness had turned inexistent and unimportant under the eyes of the council. As the days passed, Hera became even more bitter than the day before.

She terrorized the lives of Zeus bastard offsprings. From demigods such as Heracles to future Olympian council members, such as the twin archers, Hera let her rage take over her. She didn't care if the children had not done anything, simply the fact of their existence was sin enough.

In the end, that's what made Hector even more of a rarer discovery. Two of the main reasons for her bitterness had created something she would love. Her lost child and a bastard child of her husband, creating the life of her grandson.

From the moment she laid her eyes on him she knew. She knew that the child was someone special, who would become an essential part of her emotional well-being. The way his face was modeled, how he was keen to the tides, and the little control over time he had just re-enforced what Hera knew: Hector Carib Troy was the son of Perseus.

However, her hypothesis was proven correct when she saw her grandson in his quest, alongside his father. Perseus had grown a lot since the last time she saw him. The little baby that had been banished from Olympus due to his power was now helping Olympus, full-grown into a good-looking man.

After having received confirmation of Hector's family, the goddess of marriage knew what she had to do.

Traveling deep into the ocean, Hera stood behind big palace doors that separated the palace of Atlantis and the underground city.

"Halt! Who goes there?" A guard asked, pointing a spear at the Queen of Olympus

Hera looked into the eyes of the guard, "Tell Poseidon that Hera wants to talk to him. It is a private and important matter"

The guard stiffened at the name of the woman, bowing respectfully and quickly swimming towards the palace.

Some three minutes later, the same guard swam back to where the Queen of Olympus stood to wait for her response.

"Queen Hera, allow me to escort you to the inside of the palace"

Hera swam right behind the guard, looking to her side and acknowledging the beautiful architecture the Atlantis palace had. Despite having some towers that looked awfully lot to a male reproductive organ, the palace stood majestically tall, with the water crystal clear surrounding it, despite being at the bottom of the ocean.

On the palace throne room sat Poseidon and his wife Amphitrite. Everyone on Olympus knew that they never loved, or even liked each other, but had to marry due to the situation with Oceanus. However, Hera knew more than that. She knew that she and Poseidon had loved each other at one point. She remembered how his strong arms embraced her, gave her comfort and warmth, how his eyes made her catch her breath.

But their love would not last. Right after their child was born, Zeus became jealous of their relationship, condemning both to eternity with someone they did not love. And to make matters worse, he banished their child to a desolated island without a second thought, leaving the weeping mother cry alone, as the arms of the man she loved held another woman.

This was long ago. Millennia ago. Poseidon and Hera were something of the past. Now they were just two Olympians who happened to share an unknown child.

"Hera! What a great surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of having you visit?" Poseidon asked, standing up from his throne and embracing Hera in a hug.

Hera returned the embrace, "It has been too long Poseidon. As to why I came here, I have to talk to you about something"

"Well, you would need to talk to me about nothing" the king of Atlantis laughed, stopping immediately after he saw the look Hera had, "Sorry. Why couldn't you have called me to Olympus"

"It is a very secret matter. It would be best if we could talk about it..." Hera looked around the room, "alone"

Poseidon furrowed his eyebrows but complied with the command of his visitor. All the beings quickly went outside the room, not wanting to anger any of the Olympian gods. Once alone in the room, Poseidon turned to the goddess, who was cracking her fingers.

"Why are you nervous?" Poseidon asked

"I'm not nervous"

"You always crack your fingers when you're nervous" Poseidon walked towards the goddess, taking her hands into his. "There, now you can't crack them"

Hera looked at his eyes just as Poseidon looked into hers. Both leaned forward, the past between them taking over their minds. Every breath they took led them to a different memory, to a different kind of happiness they had not enjoyed since. Just as they were about to close the distance between them, the Queen of Olympus looked away.

"We shouldn't. Lust should not take over us" Hera said, taking a step back

Poseidon sighed, "You're right, it wouldn't be correct if we did it"

Hera nodded, "I came for a reason. There's something I need to tell you"

"What is it?"

Hera brushed her hair back with both hands, taking every strand of hair off her face.

"You have a grandchild" Hera finally said

Poseidon raised his right eyebrow, "Yeah, so? I've had hundreds of grandchildren"

Hera shook her head, "This one is different, much different. You see, he's also my grandchild"

"Still don't get what the big deal is. I mean, one of your children could've been with one of mine and produce a child. It's not that uncommon Hera, especially in this wild century."

"His mother is a goddess and not one of my daughters"

Poseidon scratched his neck, "That doesn't make any sense. I haven't had any immortal daughters, which would mean..." he looked at the goddess with wide eyes, "but..but that's impossible"

Hera grinned, "His name is Hector Carib Troy, and he's the son of Perseus and Artemis"

Poseidon stared at Hera for a long time, his eyes spacing out ever so slowly. The goddess began to swipe her hand in front of Poseidon's eyes, which brought him out of his trance.

"None of that makes sense. Our Perseus is alive, grown-up, and with a child. And with Artemis! Artemis of all people!" Poseidon yelled

"I couldn't believe it at first either, but after spending time with him, it was undoubtedly their child"

"Where is he now?" the sea god asked

"Who? Hector or Perseus?"

"Both"

Hera smirked, "Hector is on a quest to save Artemis from the burden of the sky."

"And Perseus?"

"He's on the quest with Hector right now"

Poseidon put his hand up, motioning Hera to stop. "Wait, is Hector a god?"

The queen of Olympus stared at the wall of the throne room, "That is the one thing I do not know. He did not show any signs of having immortality during the three years I raised him. He grew at a mortal pace, looks like a mortal, and even bleeds like one. Yet, he's stronger than the average demigod and I believe he does not suffer from dyslexia"

"I must ask someone about this then," Poseidon turned to leave, but stopped on the way, "and Hera, thank you for telling me. It really means a lot"

Hera grinned, a slight blush rushing to her cheeks, "It was my duty"

Meanwhile in Utah, the father and son duo were not having a happy family time most people have in the state. Utah, which is filled with Mormons, was a very boring and big place. The road was almost frozen, which meant that Perseus had to drive more carefully. Unfortunately, this also meant that they were going slower than anticipated, elongating the time it would take them to reach the trapped goddess.

"Why are we going so slow?! My grandma can drive faster than this!" Hector whined

"Shut up! I can't see"

"What does I talking have to do with your vision?"

"Your constant whining is distracting me from the road!" Perseus said

"You're a god! Can't you just flash us there?" Hector asked

"No, because Zeus isn't supposed to know about me and flashing there would be like an automatic amber alert"

"Ok, you haven't told me yet what your big deal with Zeus is. Why can't he know about you? I know you were banished, but why?"

Perseus sighed, sensing that it was time to tell Hector the truth about his past...most of it at least.

"I was born out of wedlock, my mom being Hera and my dad being Poseidon. Due to my domains and because I do not share a direct connection with Mr. Lighting Bolt, I was sent to an island with no contact whatsoever. Being just a little baby, I have no recollection of what my parents look like, I can just imagine. Anyways, that island had some weird spell that made the time there pass as my conception of time"

"Huh?" Hector got confused

"In other words, because I was so alone and bored, time passed by very slowly. Millenia passed and my existence became a memory of few people, as far as I know, nobody came looking for me. That is until one day, a beautiful woman set foot on the island. She was very lovely and, soon enough, I fell in love with her. She helped me learn about my domains and my life, she healed me multiple times, and she made me laugh when I most needed it."

"What happened to her?"

"One day I decided to marry her, to which she eagerly accepted. We had no ceremony, it was just the two of us. Some years later, with her help, I was able to escape my imprisonment. I set foot on America for the first time in the '40s, soon after the end of the world war. We planned to tell everybody of my existence and marriage, but due to a prophecy, we both decided that is was best if we announced all of it later." Perseus summarized his whole life in a few sentences, not wanting to hide much more from the ex-camper

"Do you still love her?" Hector asked

"My wife? I do and I always will" Perseus said without hesitation

"Then how come you like Artemis?" Hector confronted the god

"W-what?"

"You heard me. You have a wife who you claim to love, yet you want to be with Artemis? If that isn't typical godly male behavior then I don't know what is. Artemis, the most ideal and perfect woman ever is so much more than you could hope so. How dare you say you want to be with Artemis when you have a wife? Do you have no shame?"

"Careful with your words, I am still a god"

"An irrelevant god! A god who does not care for anyone except himself! A god who will want to screw the life of two women just for his own satisfaction. A god who is the definition of what Artemis hates in men! How can you claim to love your wife whilst at the same time wanting to be with Artemis? Tell me!" Hector got furious

Perseus' face grew red with rage, his fury consuming every inch of his body. The god stopped the car suddenly, throwing everything on the back of the caravan to the floor.

"I can love my wife and want to be with Artemis because they're the same person!"

"What?" Hector whispered

"That's right! I, Perseus, am the husband and only lover of Artemis! That's why I'm on this quest, to save my wife from suffering, so don't you dare tell me that I don't care for anything"

Without missing a beat, Hector took a simple paper from his jacket pocket.

"What is that?" Perseus asked

"Dear Arty

I am sorry for the way I have been behaving these past few years. I came from being a sweet boy to being one of Olympus' biggest douchebags. I swear that it was never my intention to hurt you, and I did not know that hiding the truth would have such an effect.

From now on, I will look over Carib as I should've done long ago. I will try to be the father I wish I had, and I will not let loneliness to change the person you fell in love with.

I understand if it may take a while to forgive me, but even if it takes three thousand years, the thought of not spending one more day with you is harder than the thought of fading. I'm sorry for the tears I've caused you, and I hope that this letter will find you well.

I will keep sending you letters every day, not to be annoying, but as a reminder that I love you. You're what brightens up my nights, and the woman whom I can hopefully start a family with. I am really sorry Artemis. I love you, and I can't imagine my life without you by y side.

With the best of love,

Percy"

Hector finished reading and looked at Perseus' eyes, who were filling up with tears.

"Carib..."

"So, now that I confronted you, tell me. Am I your son?"