Fredrick Chase ran into the forest, trying to out run the mercenaries his cruel stepmother, Susan, had sent to kill him and his daughter.

He found a creek further into the forest. Where he then throws his shoes in. Then his daughter started to cry in the basket she was in, any other time he would calm her down, but he had to find a safe place to hide and fast.

Hearing the men get closer, he then hides in a bush and put his cloak on and hid his face. Then hearing horses and men halting almost gave him a heart attack.

"Where the hell did, he go?" a mercenary yelled which Fredrick thought was the leader.

"I say we go South," another one said. "Besides he couldn't go too far. Especially since he is carrying that little bitch with him."

Trying to control his rage to strangle that bastard. Which kept building when he laughed and kept talking about it.

They finally went South for a while, but he waited because he didn't want to get caught. After a couple minutes of not hearing hors hooves. He let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding, happy they left.

Then the baby started quietly crying again. Fredrick started to smile and opened up the basket he had been carrying for four days. He slowly pulled he's small infant daughter. She opened her eyes, showing her beautiful, and stunning grey eyes, just like her mother's

Then the young father ran his fingers through her blonde curly hair. "Shh, it's alright." Fredrick whispered. "We' re safe."

Even if the mercenaries were gone, Fredrick didn't sleep that night, afraid that they would find them. He then kissed his daughter's forehead and put her back in the basket full of her soft grey owl blankets.

Fredrick put his hood back on and continued his long journey. Why was this happening?

Fredrick couldn't stand to see his daughter die and run off the same night.

After hours of walking, Fredrick couldn't take it anymore. His feet ached, he couldn't move his toes, and was starving. What was worse was that he could feel the cut that the mercenaries gave him starting to reopen. He touched it and his fingers were covered in blood. Fredrick heard his daughter whimper but didn't respond. He then dropped the basket, which luckily didn't hurt his daughter, and collapsed on the grass.

Sally, queen of Atlantic, was seven months pregnant with her first child (she had adopted a child named Tyson). As was her daily morning routine, Sally was walking around the forest near the castle. She enjoyed the small of nature and constantly found herself walking at night, but of course with a bodyguard or a lady-in-waiting by her side.

"Oh, my child, how I wish I could hold you in my arms," Sally spoke, rubbing her rounded stomach. "How much I love you."

As the queen and her servant continued walking, the young servant saw something unusual, a hand was stretched out on the ground.

"My queen, wait here." the servant pleaded. She slowly walked over to the hand and gasped. A male was lying flat on the ground, with a basket next to him.

Sally walked over and cried, "Oh my!" She and her servant turned over the male. "Cheryl, go back to the castle and get the wagon! We must get this male inside." Sally ordered.

Luckily a wagon was nearby, in a matter of minutes Cheryl returned. Sally ordered the driver and Cheryl to put the male into the wagon, and take him back to the castle. Right as they were leaving, the baby started to cry. Cheryl and Sally looked down at the small basket. Cheryl then walked over to the basket and opened it. Inside was a small baby that looked like it was just born. Sally ordered for the child to go inside and be checked on. Cheryl wrapped the small infant in it's grey blankets and went to the wagon with the queen.

Sally had the small family of two checked on by the best doctors. King Poseidon heard of the encounter from the driver and rushes to check it out himself. Upon arriving, Sally told him what she thinks happened but doesn't know the full story. After what it seemed like centuries, the man woke up.

He groaned and rubbed his head. "Where am I?" He asked/mumbled.

Poseidon handed him a wet cloth to put on his forehead, "There, now sit up slowly," Poseidon ordered.

The man did as he was told. His vision was jumpy, but could make out that he was, in an infirmary. There were other wooden beds covered in hay and a table that was covered with some blood. A woman was present that held a child in her arms. Then Fredrick started to panic.

"Where is my daughter?!" He yelled/ordered looking around. "Where is my Annabeth?!"

Sally raised her hand to calm down the man. "Mr., your daughter is safe. A nanny is taking care of her as we speak. I'll have her send her over if you'd like." She sat down on a chair next to the bed. "But first what's your name?"

"Fredrick Chase," he replied.

Sally smiled and remarked, "Fredrick, what a beautiful name. If you don't mind me asking, why where you collapsed in the woods? Is someone after you and Annabeth?"

Fredrick felt tears coming. He nodded his head. "Y-yes, my stepmother is after me," Fredrick told Sally, then began his story.

Sally smiled at the love story the young father had with an architect, but it was forbidden between both families since Athena was a very wealthy duchess, while Fredrick was poor. Still, they managed to have a relationship in secret for almost two years. Eventually it became so serious for the young couple that they planned to run away and get married, which never happened. Athena was lost at sea while going to her next architect building, according to her father. It was a great loss for Fredrick, because not only did he lose his lover, but mother to his born child. The queen cried with Fredrick, when he spoke of Susan's death threats once she learned of the child and the severe cut Fredrick got for it.

Fredrick broke down crying and Sally put her hand on his shoulder, "It's alright, Fredrick. You guys are safe now."

Just in time, a nanny brought in Fredrick's daughter, Annabeth. Her eyes open and her blonde hair was a curly mess. She was still wrapped in her grey owl blanket.

"The baby is alright," said the nurse. "No signs of illness or injures."

Fredrick and Sally signed in relief. The nurse handed Annabeth to Fredrick and she started to laugh, happy to see her father.

"Annabeth," Fredrick whispered.

Sally smiled and excused herself from the room, wanting to give the young father some time with his daughter. Fredrick kissed her small forehead and she grabbed his pinkie. In a quiet voice, he began to sing her a lullaby.

"For one so small, you seem so intelligent.

My arms will hold you to keep you safe and warm,

This bond between us can't be broken,

I will be there don't you cry."

Behind closed doors, Sally could hear Fredrick sing softly to Annabeth. Her husband, Poseidon, came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Sally. He noticed some tears coming from her eyes.

"Is everything alright?" he said.

"We can't send him out," she said turning to her husband. "He's been through so much! People are after him and his child, Poseidon can they stay with us?" Poseidon sighed and peeked inside the infirmary. The king saw the father singing to his child. He saidly looked away imaging the pain and suffering the men went through to get here, even if he didn't intended to come to the palace.

He kissed his wife's soft lips. "He will be my personal advisor," he began saying, "But first, they shall live in the castle as our personal guests."

Sally smiled, "Thank you! I shall tell him once the baby is asleep."

"Cause you'll be in my heart,

Yes you'll be in my heart,

From this day on now and forever more.

You'll be in my heart,

No matter what they say,

You'll be in my heart,

Always."

Fredrick finished his song and Annabeth was sound asleep.