I dropped my sword and turned around. All eyes were on me, but I didn't want to let them see my cry. I ran straight to the forest, but I still couldn't escape the eyes. The nymphs were watching me in shock. The news had travelled fast.

Finally, I came upon a clearing. I kneeled down and hugged a rock, crying. Zeus, the most powerful god of all, had just tried to kill me. And to make matters worse, I didn't even know what it meant. My mom apparently didn't try to help me out of this. Why? She was ignoring me, as if she didn't want me? Why? I was confused. I just sat there and cried.

Then something clasped my shoulder. It made me feel calm, and at peace. I sighed and turned around. Behind me was a woman with Raven Black hair. She had on a long white gown and a necklace with a heart on it. On her hand was a wedding ring, but it had two words engraved on it. It read "Yours Forever". Standing behind her was a brilliantly colored peacock with flashes of green and blue all along its tail.

"Phoebe," she whispered, her voice shaking. She embraced me in a hug, sending a blast of tranquility through my body.

"Mom," I said, tearing up. We hugged for a long time, not saying anything. Then she pulled away.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I tried to keep you a secret and not bring any attention to you, but you are a spitting image of me, and when you made that enormous sacrifice, it caught Zeus's attention quickly. He was outraged with me, the way I had felt for years whenever I caught him with another woman. I decided to get back at him for all of those years, but I never thought I would be hurting you. I never thought Zeus would try to… kill you."

I instantly felt bad. So that was all I was? A prank? Some revenge used to get back at Zeus. It wasn't until now that I realized who my mother was. I was Phoebe, daughter of Hera. Hera. Hera, Queen of the skies. Hera, goddess of marriage. Hera. The name repeated itself in my mind over and over.

There was a rustle in the bushes behind me. I turned to see Tabbatha emerging. Tabbatha and… someone else. Someone who looked a lot like her. Hermes.

"Wonderful weather we're having, isn't it." He remarked casually.

Tabbatha came over to me and embraced me in a hug. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

I nodded contently. That was when Tabbatha seemed to notice Hera for the first time. Astonished, she fell to her knees and bowed. She looked up at me, probably about to warn me to do the same, when her face went blank. Her eyes darted from me, to Hera, and then back to me. She stood up, and with a shaky breath she said "You're…"

I nodded again, feeling lightheaded. My mom seemed to sense it. She grabbed my shoulder and sat me down. "Phoebe," she said, looking serious, "You and Tabbatha are in an enormous amount of trouble. Zeus is angry. He won't even look at me. You must understand that Zeus is nothing without his eagle. He will stop at nothing to kill you now that you've done that."

"Well, can't I just make it up to him?" I asked, scooting closer to Tabbatha. I was that scared little child again.

"Not unless you can get his eagle back," she said, letting out a small laugh, but then seemed to realize what she had just said. She could tell what I was thinking. "No," she ordered.

"What?" I asked, holding up my arms defensively.

"I am ordering you not to. It's too dangerous."

"Aww, come on," piped in Hermes, "Let the kids have some fun."

Hera shot Hermes a death glare. "What!? They will not under any circumstances—"

"Fine," said Hermes, holding up his hands the same way I did. Wow, my mom really is scary.

Hermes got a look that I had seen a thousand times before on Tabbatha, and It could've only meant one thing: trouble. "They'll stay here, train, and fight off those every day attacks from Zeus. No biggie." He looked at Tabbatha, smiled, and then flew away on his flying shoes.

"Where are you going!?" asked my mom. "I'm not finished with you, young man!" She disappeared in a flash of light, but just before she was fully gone, she turned to me, and waved. "I love you," she shouted, fighting to have me hear just as she turned away. I heard. She was loud enough, but still, there was no echo.