He blinked, and he cleared his throat, as Acamas looked at him quizzically, he tried to sound casual,

"We all spent the night camped out under the stars, and after that, your mother no longer had visions."

No need to go into much detail as to why the Virgin Oracle no longer 'saw' after that night. Maybe when the boy was older, and when his mother was ready to tell him.

"The point is, I am to be your guardian, your father, since your true father is gone."

The boy nodded, and looked at the ground, doing his best to hide his tears. His mother told him he didn't need to morn his father, that he would see him again someday. Stavros didn't know this, and she had insisted he keep it between the two of them. 'He wouldn't understand.' She had told him.

Theseus paced the edge of the sky, thinking, always thinking, about his love Phaedra. In the five years since he had come to Mount Olympus, he had watched her and his son grow. She had become a stunning 24 year old woman, and his son grew stronger everyday with the training of Stavros. He found himself missing his brother as well. Nothing felt right with him here. Though he was grateful to Zeus, he still harbored resentment? Or was it merely jealously? He wished to be able to hold her in his arms once more. He could not feel right until they were reunited.

She awoke with a start, not noticing how empty the bed was next to her for a moment, but then, sobs wracked her body without warning.

It had been easy to not notice the feeling, while she and her father welcomed the handsome, brave war hero Theseus to their home. But it had been nearly 5 years, while his family grew and flourished, she finally felt the empty, hollow space in her heart. Poseidon was gone. He had died without saying goodbye. As she turned to the sunrise, she felt angry. How could the sun continue to rise on a world where she was alone?

With Helios dead, the sun only rose and set with the will of Zeus. He had to do a lot by himself now. She couldn't find the ability to feel sorry for him however, not until he realized what he had done.

As she turned away from the sunrise, she found Zeus standing at her door.

"What is wrong my dear one? I hope you do not cry at the sunrise. I made just for you." He strode towards her, and pulled her into an embrace. In his normal form, she got confused, feeling he resembled a brother more than a father. But she shook her head, now wasn't the time for indecision.

If he were to not listen, if he became angry, she could face his wrath, but right now she didn't care.

"If my brothers were still here, you would hardly have anything you had to do! You could simply rule the skies, and watch over humanity. Instead, you have to share the many duties of theirs between Theseus and yourself. I just, I wish, I…" she broke off, unable to finish, and her face fell into her hands, her tears slipping out and falling to the floor, pooling in a golden puddle, before being replaced by a green bud, and then a yellow rose bloomed in the spot.

Zeus pulled away, he wasn't angry with her, just shocked at how much she appeared to care. He had no idea she had been in love with her brothers so much. Usually she stayed silent when they voiced their concerns to him. But now, of course she was the only one left. He hated himself in that moment, for causing her pain, suffering, or any discomfort. He already had what he needed, and the power. He had revisited the mountain where the Titans had been trapped, finding it abandoned. A bad sign indeed, but he also discovered the Trident of Poseidon. He had seen his hammer buried in the black walls, but ignored it.

He had been feeling regret over letting his sons die, and knew he could have done something sooner, but finding the Trident had been the final element that helped him decide.

Now, seeing how distraught his daughter was truly upset, he had to act.

"My darling Athena, wait until you see what I have planned. All will soon be set right." He wiped her tears away with the back of his hand, and leaned forward to kiss her on the top of her head.

She nodded, but turned away still uncertain of how he thought he could help.

"Very well father. Thank you for your council."

R/R please.