AN: Wow, I think thats probably the biggest response I've had to one chapter. Then again, it's probably more of a favourite fandom then my others.

Andy - Thanks but the story was actually real, though I'm glad I did it so convincingly. The titans were all real, but Aquacuitas is not, and the 5 titans didn't get together to create a kid. Well, as far as you know ;) Maybe I am really a couple of millennia old and telling you the story of my best friend :P

Secondly, Sorry that this took so long, but my computer spazzed and I had to reformat the entire hardrive, I accidently wiped the completed chapter I then attempted to rewrite lol

So thank you very much for your reviews and support, I love you all 3

Another quick note: This story isn't like other chapter stories I have attempted, I'm actually preeetttyyy much winging this as I go. I haven't got further chapters written etc. I don't feel comfortable with it, but heh, thought I'd try something new. So, forgive me if my updates are even more spadoritc than normal (This you would know if you'd ever tried to follow one of my other chapter stories haha).

Hm, I was going to tell you why I chose the name Aquacuitas for the new goddess (I guess she's a goddess cos she was the daughter of the titans? Well, some of them...Does that make her kind of like an Olympian? Or do you need to be accepted into some secret club with a secret handshake to be classed as an Olympian? The questions grow...)Anyway, was going to tell you why I called her that but instead, who wants to have a stab at it? The hint is I got the words around the wrong way... =P

The Betrayal of a Daughter

Aquacuitas sighed, looking around her 'home'.

Ever since she could remember, she had lived in this cave. There was an underground river flowing off to the side, and the only exit was always blocked while one of her parents was not in the vicinity. The walls were solid gray rock, and miles thick, and the floor was a combination of dirt, stone and the leafy mats Aquacuitas had began weaving to cover it.

Of course, as her Father Oceanus, talked about the latest faults and crimes of her cousins, who seemed to distant from her own closed in reality.

Aquacuitas was only half listening. Her eyes wandering over the painted stone walls while nodding and making horrified sounds in enough places to please her father.

She had not told her parent's about her abilities, except the ones they learned of themselves, the ability to direct the rivers and other water sources, as well as the wisdom to use the present and past to learn and create plans. At first it was a safety measure. If the other god's found out about her she could surprise them with things they hadn't learned from her parents, but then it became different.

Aquacuitas began seeing things in her mind's eye, which she knew she had gained from Mother Phoebe. The painting's littering the walls were recreations of what scenes she had seen unfold, all created with stunning and frightening accuracy.

A dark, fiery chasm with gleaming golden gates. A bright, beautifully orchestrated city in the sky, on top of a building with height like a mountain. A fortress in ruins.

Her parents thought they were only pictures, painted to amuse herself. But the scenes that went with the scenes and first frightened her, but now only tightened her resolve.

The chasm was where Uncle Kronos would be thrown, with no mercy, by his own children. The city in the sky was in a human built city, but unseen by the humans. It contained the God's and Goddess' of Olympus. The fortress in ruins was the Titan's. It was destroyed in one of the battles.

Aquacuitas' face was passive as she gazed once again at her father, but she felt disgust at the lies he was feeding her. Through her visions she knew all about the outside world, and how the Titan's had dictated. The God's and Goddess' were only doing what they thought was right.

Of course, Aquacuitas also knew that one day the Gods of Olympus would too become dictating and controlling to the point of rebellion by their own children. An ironic fact, she believed.

But then, some events had to occur, and the fall of the titan's was one of them. For without that, humanity could never grow, could never evolve. And she would never be freed. Or that's what she supposed.

That was the fall with her visions, she never saw her own future, just the future of others. But she could still guess, learn from past mistakes to create wise decisions in the present and future.

Then, something flashed behind her eyelids, she stood, moving over to a blank section of the wall. She gathered the paints she had created from the rocks and other materials surrounding her cave.

She nodded at her father to keep speaking, but she was no longer listening.

She sketched out the body, it was a teenager's. She carefully sketched out the arms and torso adding small details and sketching out a beautiful celestial bronze sword while Father frowned behind her, wondering what she was doing.

After sketched out the face of her vision, she added the blue ocean eyes first. They were the most vibrant area of his person, and as she finished her painting, she stood back and regarded it carefully.

'Percy Jackson,' she whispered so quietly it was beyond her father's hearing. Her lashes fluttered slightly as she wet her lips. She let out a deep breath and turned around again, facing her father with a passive expression, but if he had bothered to look further he could have seen an almost angry tint to her sorrowed eyes.

'I am sorry, Father, but I feel quite exhausted. I'm finding it quite difficult to stay concentrated. May I beg you to come back tomorrow with my Mothers? I do miss them so...' She look at him with innocence in her eyes he could not detect as false as he stood and nodded curtly at her.

'Of course, Child. Just rest,' he boomed in his baritone voice.

Aquacuitas waited until she couldn't hear the sounds of her father's footsteps before turning to the fast running waters of the river. She kneeled gently next to its eroded banks and moved her face towards it, her ear angled towards the water to hear the response of the speedy waters.

'I need to carry a message to Poseidon,' she whispered. Her eyes lighting up at the whispers the river sent back. 'Tell him that five of the Titan's will be here tomorrow, two of Krono's top advisors among them.'

She sat back as she felt the river spirits rushing away to the ocean to Poseidon's current abode and a small smile graced her face before she began to feel worry creep in.

Now what would happen to her?