Zeus and Poseidon, brothers and 3 of the Big Three gods of Olympus, had gone out and spread their seed many times, resulting in numerous children, but this time they had truly screwed the pooch. Zeus had gone and slept with Asteria, one of Ares Amazon daughters, and also his granddaughter, not that that mattered to them, their blood stopped any troubles. Poseidon on the other hand slept with Cassia, the daughter of the Roman goddess Minerva and a mortal Greek man, a rare occurrence. Both times resulted in pregnancies, and the women arrived on Mt Olympus to deliver at the same time, a son for Zeus and a daughter for Poseidon, their mothers leaving as soon as they were able, definitely not wanting to stick around.

The two gods named their children, Alexander Olympius for the son of Zeus, and Hermione Hippia for the daughter of Poseidon. When Hera heard of their arrival, she was furious and ready to do as she had done with every other child of her philandering husband's that she got her hands on, kill them or turn them into something awful. That was until she spied the pair, and somehow her ice cold heart melted, bringing her to not care that they were the result of infidelity. And for 5 months the Olympians were entertained with the antics of the infants. That was until Apollo made a devastating prophecy that concerned the babies.

The prophecy told of a time when the great love of two of the Big Three's children would be needed, a time when the worlds that had at one time worked in harmony would be threatened, and the destruction of their worlds a certainty unless the couple were there to help. The problem there was that the mentioned time was not in a few decades or even a few centuries, it would be in many millennia from their time, and as demigods they were not immortal. So the fathers, and indeed all of the 12 Olympiads, were distraught at the babies need to leave.

Zeus and Poseidon carried their infants in their arms, coming down from their mountain, and made their way to the island of the Lotus-Eaters, in the north of Africa. In their care, Hermione and Alexander would not age until it was time for them to be collected.

"My dear son, I wish I had had more time with you," Zeus said in his native tongue to his child before passing him to the Lotus-Eater, "No matter where you are, I will forever watch over you. If you ever are in need, just listen to the voice in your mind and heart; that will be me."

Poseidon watched as his brother passed his nephew over to the Lotus-Eater before kissing his daughter on the head, "Hermione, I love you so much, it kills me to do this and know that I will not see you again for such a long time, even for a god. Try to remember us all, my sweet child."

With the two infants in the care of the race, the brothers turned and walked away, both needing a release of their grief. Zeus burst into the air, and nearly instantly clouds covered as far as the eye could see, lightning striking in areas not occupied. Poseidon took a different route; he dove into the sea and stayed there for 2 centuries before allowing his head to break the surface of the ocean. All over the world, people were noticing that there had been something bad occur with the Olympiads, and there were many more sacrifices made in their names over those centuries.

The years flew by quickly for the perpetual 5 month olds, being cared for by the Lotus-Eaters as the demigods they were, not that they truly minded, they were being fed and cleaned so they were fine. Unfortunately for those on the mountain, the years were the longest they had ever been for them, they were actually noticing the years going by instead of allowing them to just fly past.

Finally it was nearly the end of 1990, Poseidon had finally moved on, was dating a delightful woman who could actually see through the mist that all gods arrived in and now had a 3 month old son, the other Olympiads had found many more people to impregnate or be impregnated by, and it was almost time for Alexander and Hermione to return home. The Lotus-Eaters had created a hotel in the newly founded Las Vegas, Nevada in 1905, bringing in people starting the day they opened, and migrated the two demigods over 5 years later when it was safe. And seeing that a good portion of their followers had moved to the new world, the Olympiads took the great endeavour of moving their home to being above the newly built Empire State building.

There was only a week before Apollo said the kids could be returned, and both brothers were sitting together, watching their offspring, a rare moment lately and Zeus pointed it out, "Brother, you have been avoiding Olympus."

"No, I have been busy," Poseidon hedged, not wanting to get into the subject of his girlfriend Sally Jackson and their son Percy with his brother.

"Poseidon, I watch more than just my son and niece. That mortal, you are falling deeper in love with her by the day, becoming more human, more unwilling to leave your child."

The god of the sea glared at the other man, "Don't Zeus, just leave it. I know that my place is here on the mountain and will not forget it. Just allow me the time I have with Sally and Perseus before I return."

Zeus was always thought as being without a heart, and it was true towards his enemies, but he could see that his brother was telling the truth and would return, so sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Very well. Go see them; I shall keep watch over Alexander and Hermione."

"Thank you brother," Poseidon quickly left his place.

The remaining god chuckled deeply at his brother's antics before returning his focus to the currently sleeping infants. While he was in New York and the kids were in Nevada, the god could still see into their room perfectly, a display in front of him that showed everything he wished. As he watched them, suddenly everything went black in the display and then with himself. When he awoke, he could find nothing on the display, and even with the help of every god and goddess they could gather, there was no sign of the demigods. Once again those who worshipped the gods soon began sacrificing once more, this time the consequences were more severe.

What occurred during that blackened period was that the Lotus Hotel was attacked by a Titan; Kronos went straight in, killing the few Lotus-Eaters that were guarding the room that held his targets. The infants' grandfather picked up the two precious cargo items and left quickly, masking his movements. He stopped in a safe location and placed many masking auras around them, to prevent his children from finding them, "You two are going to make your new master very happy."

Taking them back into his grasp, the Titan vanished once more, this time leaving no trace that he had even been there.