I've written this and changed it so many times that I've decided to just stick with my original ideas and go from there. If you'd like to give me possible ships, I'd love to think about any that come my way. Here goes my first chapter. Enjoy.

Unknown P.O.V.

Khione sat upon her throne in her father's castle, wishing she was anywhere else but the present. Her father and idiotic brothers were arguing over sports like the meatheads they were. She harbored hatred for her father, never forgiving him for the loss of her first and only child. She hated the gods, for out casting her and she hated mortals for never loving and praising her as they should. She gave the children snow days, and everyone seemed to love the holidays that occurred in her domain, and yet they hated the cold. They never fully embraced it; they never truly enjoyed it. She would teach them a lesson one day.

As her stupid family left the throne room, a whisper filled the air. She listened to it, trying to grasp the contents of the words being said. It held talks of getting revenge on the gods. IT talked about working with the Titans to overthrow the gods and helping them rule the world in the aftermath. She was inclined to listen to the words, not knowing the more she listened, the more she fell into Crooked One's trap. She clung to every enchanted word, becoming more and more welcoming to the idea. But what did this person need from her? While she was definitely powerful, holding enough power to go toe to toe with an Olympian, she couldn't do anything by herself.

The voice spoke of creating a weapon, a child that could change the world. A child that would lead them to victory. The whispers faded out, as her family walked in again, still arguing over childish matters. She paid no mind to them and thought about her options. She would need to make a child with enough power to go against gods. There were lots of Titans, imprisoned on magical island prisons, but they wouldn't make the cut. She needed the best of the best. A thought raced into her head, whether it was given to her or created herself was unknown. She immediately made an excuse and burst into a flurry of snow, disappearing into the cold night.

She appeared on a mountain top, flurrying into existence. The mountain on which she appeared was infamous because it was where the earth met the sky. But she wasn't there to sightsee. No, she was there with a purpose. A purpose to bear a child from the strongest Titan. Atlas, the Titan of strength, endurance, and astronomy. She approached the imposing figure bowed beneath the weight of the sky, growing in height as she did so. Atlas looked upon her as she approached and stopped in front of him. He sneered at her. "What do you want little goddess? I'm quite busy here, as you can see." Khione said nothing for a little bit, seeming to be lost in thought. After a few minutes passed she decided on her course of action. She slowly removed her dress, slightly teasing the Titan. She watched in satisfaction as she saw her body definitely affected the Titan in the way she wanted. A new member had joined the conversation. After she was undressed, she gave the Titan a kiss, feeling him up and down before her hand strayed downwards, eliciting a groan from Atlas.

Khione pulled away from the contact before kneeling down and pressing her hands against the earth. A giant ice pillar formed, slowly getting bigger and wider as she poured more power into it. Eventually the pillar was so big that it started easing the weight of the sky from Atlas. After another minute he was easily able to recede from the position that he had been in for thousands of years, grateful for the break. He rolled his shoulders and stretched. That was all he had time to do before the goddess pounced on him, ready to continue what she started. Atlas eagerly accepted. He hadn't had sex in so long, he was practically bursting from anticipation. But as he is endurance itself, he held on. Long enough to give the goddess a good time. When she felt he was close, Khione wrapped her legs around him, trapping him inside of her. After he completed his task, not holding back a drop, he went to clean himself. He wasn't given the chance as the pillar cracked and split into a thousand pieces, once again trapped under the sky. His eternal burden. Khione needed a breath before she got up as well, intense and amazing as the session was.

"Why have you done this, Khione? You tease me and please me only to bring about my pain again?" Atlas spoke. She turned back to him. "Just giving you a good time. I imagine you missed the feeling, so I wanted to treat you a bit." She said, while her words were light, her tone was as icy as a blizzard wind. She disappeared in a flurry, her dress melting into a puddle of water. Atlas frowned. While he was supposedly evil, he was still a righteous being in his own eyes, and after being tricked by Herakles, he did not trust very easily. But he wasn't one to complain. It had been a few blissful minutes without the sky, and he was thankful for the help she had given. He gave no other thoughts as the weight seemed to get heavier, and he readjusted his shoulders, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Quebec...

Khione returned to her castle, but she seemed off. Like she was in a trance. She retreated to her quarters where for the next 8 months she remained, as a long winter raged on. She didn't emerge until she felt that her time had come. She wobbled out of bed, her stomach swollen with her future baby inside. She knew nothing of childbirth and knew that she would need help. She wasn't on good terms with most gods and goddesses, so she turned to the snow nymphs near Toronto that would probably help her. They were skilled in everything she could think of, so she flashed out, intent on finding them.

(I'm gonna skip the whole childbirth part, as I know nothing about it and don't really want to research that)

The crying met her ears and she winced. The baby was put into her arms, and she cradled it. But she noticed something weird about the energy surrounding the baby. She frowned, and formed a knife made of ice. She carefully pricked the child, doing only a little to draw fluid. What she saw enraged her. It was not the ichor of an immortal, but it was the blood of a mortal. She hated mortals more than anything. "Take this monstrosity away from me! I never want to see it again!" She yelled, and the nymphs scrambled to snatch the baby from her arms and retreat out of the igloo that had been constructed for this.

They made haste to disappear into the forest, not wanting to incur the wrath of the goddess. They came to a stop in a grove of pine trees. They decided to try and find the nearest demigod capable of caring for the newborn. They certainly didn't want to raise a child of Khione. They found a demigod's aura radiating from an apartment building in New York, specifically in the Bronx. A bolder nymph went into the building with the child, leaving it at the doorstep with a note, before knocking on the door and disappearing as fast as she could.

Inside the apartment...

Victor Winn frowned as he looked through the peephole, seeing nothing in front of the door. He gripped his bat and made sure his adamantine bowie knife was in it's sheath on his hip before he cracked the door and peaked out. There was nobody there. He definitely just got ding-dong-ditched by some teenagers. As he turned to shut the door, a bundle on the ground caught his eye. He opened the door back up and was surprised to see a sleeping baby just lying there in front of the door. He set down the bat and picked up the bundle, looking both ways, before going back in and closing the door.

He called out for his wife. "Hey, uh, Bea? I have a surprise for you I think." His wife, a beautiful woman of Puerto Rican descendent emerged from their bedroom. She looked at the bundle in his arms and then back up to him. "Ay bendito, is that a baby?" she asked, very confused. He just nodded. "Where the hell did you get a baby from?" He shrugged. It was just outside laying there. So, I grabbed it and picked it up." She frowned and walked closer. She gestured for the baby to be put in her arms, and he complied. She bounced the baby up and down, staring into the little one's face. Victor noticed a note sticking out of the blanket. He grabbed it, opened it, and began reading aloud.

"This child is like you, of immortal blood. We have no idea of the father, but the mother is the Goddess Khione, who did not want him. He needed to be raised and you were the chosen one. Once you name him, documents should appear. Good luck, son of Nike. Gods be with you." The letter ended. Victor looked back up at his wife. He was only 23, and she 22. They hadn't planned on having kids for a long time. He was busy running his kickboxing club and gym and she was a paralegal working in a small office, trying to catch a big break.

"Do we keep him?" Victor asked. She didn't speak for awhile, but eventually she nodded. "He'll be too much at risk out there in the world, and I can't do that to him." Victor put on a sweater and started to head out the door. "Well I'm gonna go get diapers and baby supplies. I'll think of some names and when I come back we can brainstorm." He headed out the door, ready to collect his thoughts on the walk to the store and back. What could this future bring?