I grumbled to myself, kicking up the dirt as I walked along the beach. "Stupid boy. How dare he!" I was ready to call him a word that I'd learned in the last week, (courtesy of Luke) but I stopped. I was at the edge of the sand and the water. I sighed. I wasn't at home anywhere, was I?

"I have no place to go," I said softly. I mean, I was here at Camp Half-Blood, but what now? I can't spend my life here. I'm too different. I was trerading on thin ice- a guest in my own home.

I sighed, mulling over my life. Different. An outsider. Hated. Weak.

I realised, standing there at the edge of the water and the edge of the beach, that this was me. Never at home. No place bbelongning. I was an outsider wherever I went, aand I knew, just knew that there was a place for me somewhere. Trouble was, where?

"Inbetween ocean and earth," I whispered. "Inbetween ocean and earth."

I buried my face in my hands. I could see the elements all around me- the water, the sky, the earth, the animals, the life, the death. Everywhere you go, everyone has a home. Everyone but me.

Tears streamed down my cheecks. I watched silently as they fellinto the ocean. I couldn't see them. They were just one in a million, indistinguishable by first glance, but a different color and taste inside. "I'm a tear," I said aloud. "I'm the tear. I'm lonely and afraid. But there's always other tears, aren't there?"

"Yes, there are, but you will have to search to find them." A voice chided gently. I whirled around.

Milky white skin set against ebony hair. Flawless skin and deep purple eyes.

Purple, I thought, the perfect color. Dangerous, mysterious, and sad. Just like me.

The woman's voice was high and sweet, musical. She was wearing a flowing silk gown of turquiose silk, an intricate pattern of pearly white thread crisscrossing her chest. It seemed to dance on her skin, never resting. She was staring at me expectantly, a smile blossoming from her ruby lips.

"You're Amnious," I breathed. "You're my mother."

"The hardest things to find in life are the ones that we hid." {1}

"Yes," she said, "I am."

"How did you... who is my... I mean, how long have you... where did you...." I stammered, my mind filling with questions.

My mother sighed. "First, let me take you to a more private place," she told me. She snapped her fingers.

We were in a simple room, about ten feet by ten feet. The walls were made entirely of glass, and each showed a different place. One wall showed the mountains, covered with snow and a light purple color on the horizon. Another showed the beach, waves lapping against the shore. Yet another showed a forest, with deer passing by and sniffing the windows.

"Look up," my mother said. The ceiling was a starry night sky, with the constatlations twinkling. Out of curiousity, I looked down and were hundreds of feet in the air, flying and twirling. Most people would get dizzy watching that, but I just stared in fascination.

"Now," my mother said, "Have a seat." I sat in one of the two chairs in the room, and I took a deep breath in, catching the scent of lavender. "What do you want to know?"

I had thousands of questions, but me being me, said the one that was closest to the front of my mind. "Where are we?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

My mother sighed and waved her hand, a teacup appearing in thin air. "We're everywhere," she said simply.

We sat in silence. It was not uncomferable, just the silence of two people who aren't ready to move forewards.

Soon, though, I was. "How was I born?" I asked. "Who was my father? Who.... who am I?"

My mother smiled again. "You were born everywhere and nowhere, inbetween life and death."

I blinked. "I was born on the River Styx?"

My mother laughed, and even as thunder rumbled, we were alone, together. We could not be harmed here. "No," she said gently, "You were not. Hera was forced, by Zeus, not to let her servant, Goddess of the Midwife, to let me give birth anywhere. But," she smiled mischevously, a smile that stirs up my memories, "I am not the goddess of wandering for nothing."

I frowned. "But I thought you were the goddess of control," I protested. She shook her head.

"Wandering and controlling aren't much different, dear," she said softly. "You must control to stop your wandering, and wander to end your controlling."

I frowned. To me, that made no sense at all. "Soooo.... you're the goddess of an oxymoron," I pointed out. She chuckled and nodded her head. I frowned. "I still don't get how I could have been born if you weren't allowed to give birth."

My mother smiled widely. "The key words, my dear, were not allowed to give birth anyplace you can find. That was what Zeus said. But, you see, you were born nowhere. Nowhere and everywhere, not one place, not anywhere. You see...." My mother sighed and leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed. She still looked beautiful. Her eyes opened.

"I will tell you my story, little one, a story older than Gaia herself."

I leaned forewards in anticipation, and suddenly, I was there, before the earth had been created, before there was anything. Before there was anywhere. It was not a place, it was not a time. It is inexplicable, like trying to describe colors to a blind man. We could have been standing there for seconds, or for hours for all I knew. There was no time. There was no place. We were Everywhere and Nowhere.

"This," my mother said, "is where I come from. And in addition, where you were born."

Please update! It's short, but the next chapter will be Amnious' life, and Leah's life. I am out of ideas of where to take the story from there, though, someone tell me what I can dooo!

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{1}: This is a sort of paragraph break.