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Chapter 1: The Secret Goddess:

The people in New York City were bustling with shoppers. People were lazing around in restaurants, going to the theatre with their friends and having a date night in the movies. Some were heading home early due to the fact that they had work the next day. Some were tucking their children into bed and reading them stories. Children were checking under their beds and in their closets for imaginary monsters; according to their parents – they were imaginary. None of the inhabitants of New York realized that there were monsters they read in Greek Mythology running around or that there were gods and goddesses currently residing in the Empire State Building in the six hundredth floor – because there was no such thing as the six hundredth floor.

The six hundredth floor was currently Olympus for the Gods and Goddesses and in the throne room, the great twelve were arguing again as usual. Hades the eldest brother, one of the Big Three and King of the Underworld was sitting in his usual throne as he had leeway to Olympus due to another meeting which ended up as a huge argument between the brothers, sisters, sons and nieces. As Zeus got off his throne and formed into his giant self to yell at his brother Poseidon, the door suddenly opened, surprising the deities.

Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea and wife of Poseidon walked in along with their son Prince Triton. Poseidon stood up abruptly and ran to his wife and son asking what they were doing in the throne room and away from Atlantis. Zeus looked like he was about to blow a gasket at the interruption and Apollo, Hermes and Ares looked amused.

The door opened once again, and Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft and crossroads strode in regally. Zeus was flabbergasted at this and was rendered speechless; everyone stared in amazement at Hecate; Hecate barely made an appearance in Olympus and wasn't seen by many of the Gods and Goddesses and she was usually busy with her pet project: the magic world she had created for people blessed by her. For the first time in a long time, fear flickered across Aphrodite's magnificently gorgeous face; the last time Aphrodite saw her friend was a year and a half ago when she was in desperate need of help. Aphrodite never lost the feeling of sorrow, shame and guilt whenever she thought back to the forbidden request she asked Hecate of and seeing her now brought all those feelings back tenfold.

"Lady Hecate, to what to we owe this surprising visit?" asked Zeus politely.

"Something happened with your pet project," snorted Ares.

"None of us are stupid enough to lay with one of yours Hecate dear," Hera said softly, aiming a glare at her husband Zeus and brothers Poseidon and Hades as well as her sons Ares, Apollo and Hermes. Apollo and Hermes may not be children from her blood, but they were Zeus' sons and she loved them all the same, especially after all these millennia of living with them.

"Not at all Hera, I was in fact invited," said Hecate as she lifted an eyebrow up. Everyone stared at her in confusion, which only increased when Amphitrite and Triton nodded as well in agreement.

"Oh? And by whom may I ask?" Zeus asked skeptically.

"By us," they heard someone croak from behind them.

The gods and goddesses snapped their head to the direction of the voice and saw the Fates standing before them. Some of the occupants in the room recoiled in shock, while the Big Three and Hera met their stare head on.

Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos smiled in amusement and Clotho stepped forward and spoke, "We the Fates, have decided to bring something of great importance to your attention."

Atropos continued and when she spoke, she stared intently at Aphrodite, "And we behoove you to fix it!" Aphrodite began hyperventilating, drawing concern from all the gods and goddesses in the room, except for Hecate who was staring at her friend in pity.

"My love, what is wrong?" Ares asked and for once his voice was soft, showing extreme concern for someone other than himself. Even Athena, Goddess of wisdom who had a small rivalry with Aphrodite, looked concerned. No one had ever seen the goddess of Love look so undone.

Aphrodite kept shaking her head, mumbling no, over and over again, and Zeus and Hera could have sworn they saw her stare at Poseidon in fear and – was that guilt? But when they looked at their brother, he seemed unaffected and showed only mild apprehension for her.

Lachesis decided to speak up and directed her words to Hecate, "You know of what we speak Lady Hecate. We know of what happened in the world you have created."

"My world has no interference from the Gods and Goddesses and it cannot be reversed," Hecate snapped adamantly, not at all distressed that she was speaking to the Fates in such a way. No one messed with her pet project.

"Exceptions must be made, especially with what we have seen, or to be clear – what I have seen," Atropos smirked sinisterly.

Everyone blanched at that and Aphrodite's soft, pale skin paled even more, making her look like a ghost instead of the dazzling goddess of beauty and she yelled in distress, "NO! NO PLEASE! YOU CANNOT TAKE HER! I BEG OF YOU! I BEG OF YOU!"

Everyone knew that Atropos was the Fate who delivered the final blow – Death.

"Who is the 'she' you speak of Aphrodite?" Zeus asked calmly, he would never admit it, but he felt fear and extreme concern now. The gods and goddesses and demi-gods may call him heartless, uncaring and strict, but as the King of Gods, appearance must be made and he could rarely show weakness.

Aphrodite just kept shaking her head vehemently and pulled hard on her silky locks of hair. Ares tried to peal her hands away from her hair, but Aphrodite was only able to relax when Hecate went over to her friend and hugged her in a tight grip, whispering soothing words in her ear. The rest of the occupants in the room stared with their mouths agape; never in all these millenniums together had they seen Aphrodite become so undone and her state be disheveled.

The Fates stared at her in sympathy.

"My dear Aphrodite, we have come to give you the foresight of the choice you made. We are giving you the chance to avoid what we have seen," Clotho spoke softly.

"It is up to you – all of you," Lachesis spoke with conviction, her hollow eyes staring at each God and Goddess in turn.

"Lady Hecate, the choice to help is up to you. But when you have seen what we have, I assure you, you will allow interferences to be made," said Atropos apathetically.

Zeus came forward and spoke with authority, "Very well, tell us what we must do and we shall discuss."

The Fates smiled, showing decayed black and pointed teeth, and they waved their hands in unison. A book fell directly in front of Zeus; it was fresh and had black covers.

"We advise you all to read, try not to fight and try killing one another and we will be back once you are done," Clotho spoke. Just before the three Fates were about to dissolve into thin air, Atropos spoke passionately, shocking everyone, except for her two sisters, "We apologize for the inconvenience and the pain we must be giving you Lady Aphrodite, but it must be done. If you love her as much as your actions show, you shall be glad for the gift we have given you." Then Atropos stared intently at Poseidon with … sorrow? and they were gone.

Poseidon was shocked to the core, and he began to feel feelings of dread – why did Atropos look at him like that? Even Zeus and Hera stared at him, sharing his confusion. But out of all the occupants of the room, only Aphrodite and Hecate were in the know.

Zeus cleared his throat and said, "Well then, we have – a book to read. Who would like to do the honors and begin?"

Hecate moved forward and took the book. She knew her friend would want her to reveal her biggest secret to her family and so she opened the book to the first chapter and spoke in a clear, calm voice.

The Secret Goddess:

"What secret goddess?" Apollo asked immediately. Artemis smacked her twin brother in the head and snarled, "If you let Hecate read then we would all find out."

Aphrodite held Ares' hand in a strong grip as she prayed for forgiveness and hoped that he wouldn't leave her once her secret came out in the open.

"What in Gaia's name does Aphrodite want that is so urgent and secretive," a lady in a black, hooded cloak mumbled to herself as she made her way to the elevator in the Empire State building.

Everyone snapped their heads to look at Aphrodite as her face paled with each sentence that was read.

The lady placed the card key in the slot and waited for the door to slide open at the six hundredth floor. Finally, the lady strode out and made the half hour trek to Aphrodite's temple. No one could ever make a mistake of entering the temple – it was clearly the Goddess of Love's temple. There were sculptures of cupids and hearts and many more aphrodisiacs.

"Better than the winged sculpture of a penis," snorted Apollo, causing Hermes and Ares to laugh as well.

Dionysus merely glared at the top of his wine magazine at them. "Don't mock my artistic statues if you please."

"Of course, oh God of Madness," Hermes mock bowed.

The lady knocked twice, waiting for her friend to allow her entrance.

"Who is it?" a nervous melodic voice that sounded like hundreds of chimes ringing together in harmony spoke up.

"It is I, Aphrodite," the lady spoke clearly. The silver door opened immediately and Aphrodite ushered her friend inside.

"What is wrong with you my dear?" asked Hera in concern. Even Zeus stared at her, his electric blue eyes extremely soft as he set his eyes on the distressed goddess.

"Nothing," Aphrodite laughed nervously waving their concern away.

"Fine. Don't tell us, but we are going to find out," Amphitrite drawled out in contempt.

No one missed the way Aphrodite recoiled and stared at the Queen of the Sea in fear. Poseidon, Zeus, Hades and Athena stared at each other in bewilderment – Aphrodite feared no one, especially Amphitrite, in fact they shared extreme hatred for one another. The same question reverberated in their mind, what happened that made Aphrodite fear Amphitrite?

Naturally, the room was filled with many mirrors, which allowed Aphrodite to see her friend's reflection, as she finally began peeling off her cloak now that they were in the privacy of her sacred temple. The lady had luscious black hair formed into ringlets, bouncing off her collarbone, soft hazel eyes, pale skin and natural red lips.

Now everyone snapped their heads to stare at Hecate, who merely ignored them and their curious stares as she continued reading.

Aphrodite smiled weakly and rushed over to envelope her friend, "Thank you for coming Hecate, my dear friend."

"You asked, I came," Hecate smiled. "Of course, I do not understand why the need of all this secrecy …" Hecate trailed off as she heard a gurgling sound and she let her eyes drift over to a door on her left that was made of actual pearls.

"Aphrodite –"Hecate began, shaking her head in shock and staring wide-eyed at her old friend.

But Aphrodite wouldn't let her friend continue as she began rambling at once, "I've made a terrible mistake, Hecate! I do not know what to do, I – I need your help," she began tugging her silky hair which only showed Hecate how distressed and out of depths her usually calm and poised friend was.

"What in the world is going on? What did you hear Hecate?" Zeus demanded.

"My Lord, if you would let me continue reading, you would find out," Hecate snapped as she set her harsh glare at the King of Gods. She could see from the corner of her eyes, that her friend was trembling with fear and she would not allow Zeus to make her even more worried than she already was.

"Calm my love, can you not see how distressed dear Aphrodite is," Hera said softly.

"Zeus is a very dramatic person, what do you expect," spoke Poseidon, humor clearly evident in his voice, causing Ares, Apollo and Hermes to cover a snort behind their hand. Zeus glared at his brother and three sons while Hecate continued reading.

"What have you done Affie?" Hecate spoke up, her face contorted in horror. "This is why you have disappeared for such a long time; I heard rumors … the Gods and Goddesses were worried about you! Ares was causing bloodshed and nearly began a war due to you ignoring him and spending all your time in your chambers."

"So am I going to finally find out why you ignored me for six months?" Ares snapped, glaring at his beautiful lover. Aphrodite trembled at the obvious anger in his voice and Athena out of all people defended her, as she told Ares to back off.

"I couldn't have him know Hecate! It would cause uproar!" Aphrodite said, begging her friend to understand. "Ares might start another war! You must understand."

"Show me," said Hecate imperiously.

Aphrodite wringed her hands nervously, and if the situation wasn't so serious, Hecate would have burst out laughing at her usually composed and prim friend acting so un-ladylike.

"I would have loved to see that," said Artemis wistfully, causing Amphitrite, Demeter and Athena to nod in agreement as well.

"You must swear to the River Styx that you shall tell no one of this without my consent," said Aphrodite, showing Hecate for the first time since she had entered Aphrodite's temple, the ruthless, cunning and fierce Goddess that she was.

Everyone gasped. To swear on the River Styx meant that the situation was of extremely seriousness. They all rotated their stares from Aphrodite to Hecate.

Hecate swore without hesitation. She would help one of her closest friends, of that there was no doubt.

Aphrodite gave her friend a watery smile and Hecate reciprocated with a warm smile of her own.

Aphrodite walked steadily and opened the pearl-made door softly, and the two goddesses crept quietly into the room.

Everyone sat up in their seats, curious as to what this big secret was that had caused the Fates to intervene and Aphrodite to ask Hecate for help.

Aphrodite sucked in a deep breath and Hecate held her friend's hand in a vice-grip, showing her silent support.

The room was painted in soft lavender to match Aphrodite's eyes, and it was blended with soft blues and greens. In the middle of the room, was a crib made of the finest pearls to match the door. Hecate walked up to the crib and saw the most beautiful little girl she had ever laid eyes on in all her millennia.

The room stilled. You could hear a drachma drop. Slowly, all the Gods and Goddesses in the room turned their heads toward Aphrodite, whose head was bowed down, unable to face anyone's judging, shocked or surprised gaze and Hecate once again squeezed her hands comfortingly showing her support.

"You have a daughter?" Zeus asked softly.

"Oh, my dear but that is wonderful news! Why all the secrecy," Hera cooed excitedly. She was the Goddess of family after all and the appearance of a baby was a welcome addition to their ever growing family.

But Ares' question sucked all the joy in the room as he spoke in a harsh and malicious tone, "She's not mine, is she, Aphrodite?"

"Oh," Hestia gulped innocently, realization appearing in her childish features.

"IS SHE?" roared Ares, standing up from his throne and glaring at his lover. Hephaestus merely rolled his eyes; his wife, Aphrodite was his brother's lover, of course she would cheat on him with another god – the only question was who.

"Ares please, it was an accident!" Aphrodite pleaded; she looked so vulnerable that Ares felt his anger start to dissipate, but the betrayal stung, he wasn't able to look at her, let alone forgive her, and so, he sat back down on his throne and kept his distance from her, causing Aphrodite to sob loudly and all the Goddesses for once felt sympathetic to her plight.

The infant looked no more than a day old, and Hecate could clearly see that she was already a stunner – but then again, her mother was the Goddess of Beauty, what did she expect?

"Exactly," Apollo said as he winked at Aphrodite, trying to humor everyone and lighten up the room from all the doom and gloom. He was an extreme player and ladies' man, so he could not fault her for her slip up.

She could see from the tiny patch on top of her head, that her hair was a clear raven black – darker than the midnight sky, and for a day old infant, her skin was already very tanned, but had Aphrodite's silky and soft creamy skin; Hecate could also make out the infant's facial features to be an exact replica of Aphrodite's.

"I can already tell that she would be a beauty. She is going to break many hearts, Affie," Hecate smiled softly. At the sound of Hecate's voice, the baby girl opened her eyes, causing Hecate to gasp loudly and visibly inch away from the crib. Her eyes stared at Aphrodite in the utmost horror and shock.

Hecate and Aphrodite winced in unison. They remembered that day as though it were only yesterday, and they knew that the next words would cause pandemonium in the room. It was unavoidable, for Aphrodite's daughter's eyes were the exact replicas of her father.

"Affie! You didn't! How did this happen? How could you allow this to happen?!" Hecate demanded, her face still twisted in horror, as she finally understood why the situation was so dire and was causing her friend such distress.

"It was an accident Hecate! It was just one night, a night of passion and sadness; it was just a night of relief and comfort. I didn't expect a baby to come out of it! The outcome was not intended," Aphrodite cried hysterically, tears streaking her creamy and gorgeous face.

"Which one of you punks is the father?" growled Ares. Zeus glared at his son to be quiet, and Hades, Poseidon, Apollo, Hermes and Hephaestus stared at each other, wondering who the father was.

"It might be a minor god, Ares," Zeus spoke up.

"Well it definitely wasn't me, seeing as how I'm sentenced to look after all your brats at that damned camp," said Dionysus snidely, closing his magazine as the situation had become more interesting than he thought it would.

"If you let me read, then you might find out," snapped Hecate, as she glared at Ares' flaming red orbs.

"Don't blame the child for your mistake, Aphrodite!" Hecate scolded her friend.

"I don't, believe me I don't. I already love her dearly and I have only had her for a day. But you must understand my situation," pleaded Aphrodite sorrowfully.

Hecate nodded. Yes, she understood her friend's dire situation. As she stepped forward, she stared into the one day old girl's huge, doe-like, sea-green eyes that mirrored her father's.

"POSEIDON!" Ares yelled, running forward to charge his uncle.

Poseidon who sat frozen in shock, staring at the book in utter horror, wasn't able to understand his surroundings, and was thankfully saved from his nephew murderous hands, as his brother sent a lightning bolt to control his angry son.

"Ares sit down! We will get to the bottom of this," Zeus snapped.

"You cheated on me? AGAIN!" Amphitrite screeched. "I already kept a blind-eye when you whore around with mere mortal harlots! And when you had that Perseus Jackson, I forgave you like the idiot I am! But now you are whoring around with that slut Goddess of Love!"

"You watch your tongue, Amphitrite! I will not allow you to speak of her or my son and Sally Jackson that way!" barked Poseidon, finally snapping out of his dazed shock by the venom in his wife's voice.

"Really, father! Don't you have enough bastard children," scoffed Triton. He already have to put up with Perseus Jackson, he wasn't going to play nice with this bitch of a half-sister.

"Triton, please," Poseidon groaned, massaging his temples. "This is news to me as well as it is for all of you, I had no idea," he then looked at Aphrodite and spoke softly, "Is she my daughter?"

Everyone sucked in their breath as they waited for Aphrodite to confirm what they all already believed to be true; Poseidon's sea-green eyes were so unique and distinctly a quality of a child of the Sea God.

Aphrodite looked so vulnerable and unlike her usual haughty self when she looked up and stared Poseidon right in the face, showing extreme sorrow and regret in her eyes and she spoke with utmost conviction, "Yes. Yes, she is your daughter, Poseidon."

Poseidon slumped in his seat, and everyone saw his face contort into extreme sadness. It was well-known that from all the Gods and Goddesses that Poseidon was the most fatherly one out of all of them and that he cared equally for his each of his children and loved them fiercely no matter what.

"When did this happen?" demanded Zeus.

"It will be in the book, if you would allow me to continue," Hecate trailed off and Hera gave her a look, telling her to proceed.

"She is Poseidon's child, isn't she?" Hecate said softly as she stroked the little girl's chubby cheek.

"She sounds adorable," squealed Hestia, making everyone smile fondly at her child-like innocence. Hestia may be a goddess and as old and wise as all of them, but she was forever stuck in her nine-year old body, which made them all extremely fond of her.

Aphrodite merely nodded.

"But Poseidon has never had a daughter, how is this possible?"

"I don't know, Hecate. She is the first born daughter of the God of the Sea," Aphrodite spoke up.

For some reason unknown to Apollo, he felt something stir inside him. Artemis noticed her brother's attitude was off, but said nothing, trusting him to speak up whenever he decided to convey what was bothering him.

"When … how did this happen, Aphrodite? In all these millennium, the two of you never showed interest in one another," said Hecate, confusion clear in her features.

"That's what we all want to know," Athena mumbled as she glared at Poseidon and Aphrodite.

"We are fond of each other, but we are not attracted to one another in that way," said Aphrodite. "It happened around two years ago when Zeus' damn master bolt was stolen by Hermes' son,

Hermes cringed at the reminder of what his favorite son Luke had done and Zeus glared at Hermes for the reminder of his son's treason and thievery of his precious master bolt.

Poseidon and Zeus declared war on each other and I walked in on Poseidon drinking – he was so scared for his son Percy, who was about to go on the quest to retrieve the bolt, and – and," Aphrodite began sobbing again and Hecate handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "I found out that Ares was sleeping around with that damn Nyx Goddess,

Ares blanched in shock and after a moment he choked out, "You knew about our little affair?"

Aphrodite glared harshly at her lover and spat, "Little? Little? You were sleeping with her for three months! Of course I knew! I am the Goddess of Love and Sexuality, I know everything."

"And you yelled at her and accused her of sleeping around for one measly night," fumed Demeter.

"Men," spat Artemis glaring at each god that sat in the room, "Filthy hypocrites, the lot of you."

"Don't think that I don't know why you set up our romantic date in Waterland, and why you, Ares, the god of War, allowed yourself to be seen in the Ride O' Love," snapped Aphrodite.

"I was guilty and stopped my affair with Nyx, so I took you there as a silent apology," mumbled Ares, as he was filled with guilt.

"I know," spat Aphrodite, "And I decided not to say anything because I love you, and I felt how apologetic you were. Yet you have the audacity to berate me for what I did. One night!"

Everyone was quiet as they listened to the lover's spat and Hecate finally cleared her throat and continued reading as Ares squirmed with guilt and Amphitrite and Triton continued glaring heatedly at Aphrodite and Poseidon.

And then one drink led to another, and we were both intoxicated and sad, we ended up sleeping together. But we regretted it the next day and swore to ourselves that we wouldn't speak of it again and continue normally. Two months later, I realized that I was pregnant and so I kept my socializing to a minimum, as I would have to hide myself when I began to show."

"That is when you disappeared from everyone's sight and they all started talking and Ares grew crazy and initiated a fight with Percy Jackson and allowed himself to be tricked by Castellan and Kronos."

Everyone winced once again at the reminder of the betrayal of Hermes' son and the Titan Kronos and Ares face palmed.

The two goddesses sat in quiet, as Hecate took in everything her friend had relayed to her. Finally Hecate spoke up, "You didn't just call me for a social call and to spill your dirty secret Affie. What do you want of me?"

Poseidon sat up, he, like everyone else, they were all wondering the same thing.

Aphrodite winced. She stroked her daughter's cheek lovingly and her voice trembled when she spoke, "I cannot keep her with me in Olympus Hecate," Hecate was about to interrupt, but Aphrodite held a hand up, "Let me speak my friend. Zeus would go ballistic, Poseidon didn't have a child with his wife and so he broke his oath. My daughter is a child of the Three, she could be a child of prophecy. Zeus would not allow her to live, he would kill her once he found out, and I wouldn't be able to hide her from him, not in Olympus.

Zeus squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as he was faced with the fierce glares of Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hecate, Poseidon, Artemis, Athena and Apollo.

"I don't know if I would have done that, since she was born from two deities," said Zeus feebly, but Poseidon snorted scornfully and Demeter scoffed, "Liar."

"You would have smited her, dear brother," grunted Hades.

Hades has a better relationship with Poseidon than with Zeus, but he is still bitter about his isolation to the Underworld, and I cannot have him set monsters after her and kill her like he did for poor Thalia Grace.

It was now Hades turn to wince and squirm uncomfortably in his throne as Zeus glared at him for the loss of his daughter and the Goddesses all glared at him.

"Oh come now brother, Thalia Grace survived and is no longer a pine tree thanks to Poseidon's demi-god son," said Hades feebly.

"Not that you care," growled Zeus.

"Oh come on dad, uncle, you two are such hypocrites it isn't even funny anymore," Artemis sighed.

I do not trust Amphitrite not to unleash her anger and her wrath on my daughter and make her life a living hell. She is too bitter when it comes to Poseidon's children. At least the demi-gods are in Earth away from her. I am scared of what she might do to my little girl once she knows of her existence.

Amphitrite wasn't bothered by the glares that were sent her way and merely spat, "Am I supposed to be happy about the fact that my husband has enough bastards to create his own army? Oh, please."

"Amphitrite!" yelled Poseidon, anger coloring his voice.

"Amphitrite dear, you forget who my husband is. I know exactly how you're feeling, as Zeus has many children throughout these millennia, but I accepted each of them and loved them and cherished them as if they were my own," said Hera softly, while still admonishing her.

"You do not count Hera, you are the Goddess of Marriage and Family, of course you would accept it," said Amphitrite bitterly.

And let us not forget Triton! He hates all of his half-siblings, he would just torment my little girl and make her hate herself for the fact that she was born!" Aphrodite ended her speech in tears.

"That is true," Triton shrugged, ignoring his father's fierce glare towards himself. He will not love his bastard half-siblings and there is nothing anyone can do to convince him otherwise.

"Glad to know I'm not your half-brother then," Hermes said jokingly. As his father was Zeus, they had all gotten used to having many half-siblings.

"But Affie, she is of Olympus! She is an Olympian, born of a God and Goddess; she is no demi-goddess, there will be an exception towards her," implored Hecate, begging her friend to see reason.

"Exactly my dear," said Hera adamantly.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually agree with Aphrodite," said Athena, shocked that she was in agreement with the Goddess of Love. "Reading about it is much different. You never know how everyone would have reacted if we weren't reading about it."

"I cannot take any chances Hecate, I love her too much to risk her life with maybe's," cried Aphrodite. "If Percy Jackson or Nico Di Angelo aren't the children of the prophecy, then they will look to my daughter."

Poseidon and Hades winced in unison at the mention of their sons and that damn prophecy.

Hecate stared at her longtime friend and studied her shrewdly before saying, "There is another reason, isn't there?"

Aphrodite sighed, "I can never keep anything from you, my dear friend, can I?"

Everyone sat up and perked at this sentence as they wondered what other reason there was for sending the little goddess away and Poseidon glared at Aphrodite for keeping all this from him and not giving him a say in the life of his daughter that he had just found out about.

Hecate suddenly gasped in comprehension and said, "I knew it was you! Many millennia's ago, a prophecy was accidentally spoken to me; you were the one who overheard it, didn't you?"

Aphrodite hung her head and sheepishly nodded, "The one about Apollo. Yes, it was I."

"WHAT!" Apollo yelled, spluttering slightly, "I am the God of Prophecies, how can there be a prophecy about me that I have never heard about?" he glared at Hecate and Aphrodite accusingly, who sheepishly looked away and everyone's interest was at its peak.

Hecate recited the prophecy verbatim, from the top of her head, "The Miracle Daughter of two Deities, born to one of The Three that has never birthed a girl, bonded soul, meant for the one that never lucked in love, yet finds his Soul-Mate in the one born from pure love, never to experience that love for himself, the God of Sun meant to control the light yet live in the dark, till the birth of the Miracle One, shall he finally strike luck, untold of this prophecy till her birth and discovery, otherwise he shall continue birthing the sun yet living in the lone darkness of solitude."

"Are you telling me that your daughter is… she is my soul mate?" gasped Apollo in shock shaking his head in disbelief.

"I always thought that you were just meant to be a player and unworthy of love, and now I find out that you are that way because you had to wait many millenniums for your one true love to be born … talk about a shocker," Artemis said bluntly and Athena nodded in agreement.

Apollo glared at his two sisters and then spoke to the two goddesses that were in the know, "You didn't tell me because the prophecy said I cannot find out until her birth was revealed?"

Hecate and Aphrodite nodded solemnly.

"I just found out that I have a daughter and now I find out that she already has a soul mate! This is too much even for me," groaned Poseidon, as he rubbed his head tiredly.

"It was foretold millenniums ago that you both would have a child together then. It was meant to happen," Hestia squealed happily. Amphitrite and Triton did not look the least bit pleased, foretold or not, she was still a little bastard.

"I love Apollo as a brother, but what if they kill my daughter before finding out he is her soul mate, Apollo would be crushed and doomed to an eternity of solitude, I cannot have this happen to him," Aphrodite spoke passionately, she was after all, the Goddess of Love.

Apollo was still in shock over this, he was a ladies' man and player for goodness sake. However, a part of him was happy that Aphrodite was looking out for him and so he sent her a huge smile that radiated like the sun and Aphrodite returned his smile with one of her own.

Hecate sighed, "So there are two prophecies hanging over your daughter's head and you want to spare her from all of it."

"Exactly," said Aphrodite. "I do love her; just as I love my other children, but unlike them, it is unsafe for her. I don't even want to think what Ares would do once he finds out about her."

"I wouldn't kill her," said Ares grumpily.

Aphrodite merely raised an eyebrow as she glared at him.

"Now," muttered Ares.

Finally Hecate understood what her friend was asking her to do. "You want me to take her to my world – the Wizarding World. Don't you?"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS APHRODITE!" roared Poseidon as everyone finally understood what the Fates and Hecate spoke about before, about interference.

"It was the only way Poseidon," Aphrodite said weakly.

"Then why do you regret it?" hissed Poseidon.

"I don't," she argued back, but everyone could clearly see that she was in denial.

Aphrodite nodded glumly, "The Gods wouldn't be able to interfere with her there, they won't dare cross you, and no monsters would be able to find her there."

"She isn't a demi-goddess Aphrodite!" Hecate scolded her friend, "She will come to her powers as she gets older, sadly she is too young age for us to know what they are, but she will be alone with no one to help her or guide her when they start to show."

"It's a chance I am willing to take," said Aphrodite.

"But I am not, Aphrodite!" yelled Poseidon.

"I had no other choice," retorted Aphrodite hotly as she stood up and clenched her fists.

"You could have spoken to me," barked back Poseidon.

"I was afraid! I gave many reasons why I couldn't inform anyone about our daughter!" snapped Aphrodite.

"ENOUGH!" roared Zeus as he stood up. "You can bicker about this later, Hecate please continue."

Hecate looked at her friend sadly. She bent down and picked the baby girl from her crib and settled her softly in her arms. She studied her intently before saying, "She shall be a regular mortal until her eighteenth birthday, even though in the Wizarding World the majority of age is seventeen, for us it is eighteen. She will know nothing about herself until her eighteenth birthday where she will wake up as an immortal."

"By then hopefully the prophecy would pass and I would be able to bring her back to Olympus," Aphrodite spoke up without missing a beat.

"Very well, Affie, if this is what you want," Aphrodite nodded. "Then I shall make her my legacy and bless her so that she is able to have a magical core and fit into my world. What is her name?"

Nearly everyone was gloomy at the fact that Aphrodite was adamant in giving her away to a place where they could not interfere, but they were all interested in the little one's name.

Aphrodite smiled softly and held out her arms for her daughter. She cooed at her baby girl, who began giggling when she looked up at her mother. "I wanted a name to represent both me and Poseidon. Even though Poseidon knows nothing of her existence, she is still his child and first daughter ever to be born."

Poseidon's teary eyes stared into Aphrodite's lavender ones and he smiled softly, nodding his thanks. He was touched that Aphrodite had included him, even though he knew not of her existence.

Hecate smiled proudly at her friend. Everyone thought Aphrodite to be vain, conceited and vapid, but she was very kind, with a huge heart and had her own type of wisdom. One did not have to be born of Athena to have wisdom.

"That is true," said Athena grudgingly, while everyone squirmed sheepishly and gave Aphrodite apologetic looks, for they thought her to be vain and vapid too many times throughout the millennia.

"Her name shall be Cymopoleia Venus of Olympus," Aphrodite smiled. "Cymopoleia for her father which can be deduced as violent sea storms, as she would be a force to be reckoned with and Venus for my Roman counterpart."

"I love it," Poseidon said softly as his smile grew, "It is a unique and beautiful name, depicting our daughter." Amphitrite glowered at her husband and the Goddess whore.

"A name worthy of a princess," Hera smiled. Triton felt his jealousy grow even more.

"The name suits her," said Hecate. "I know a great family that would raise her to be great and loved and if she grows into her powers, they would be able to aid her."

"Thank you Hecate, you cannot understand how grateful I am to you," Aphrodite beamed. Suddenly her smile drifted away as the hard part came – saying goodbye.

They were all solemn at that and Poseidon felt great grief that he wasn't able to hold his little girl once.

After Aphrodite finished saying her goodbyes and wiped her tear-stained face, she gave her daughter to Hecate.

Hecate cradled Cymopoleia in her arms and began to bless her. She tapped her index finger on her tiny forehead and spread the gift of magic to flow in her veins, before saying, "Blessed be
Princess Cymopoleia Venus of Olympus, daughter of Poseidon, God of the Seas, Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer, Lord of Horses and daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty, Desire, Procreation and Sexuality and Legacy of Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Witchcraft, Crossroads, Ghosts, Necromancy and Sorcery. Blessed be."

Cymopoleia glowed in colors of green, pink and yellow, before it all faded away and she started giggling for a bit before abruptly falling asleep. Aphrodite looked on sadly, her heart was breaking, but there was nothing she could do. She crouched over her daughter and kissed her tiny forehead before tearfully saying, "Goodbye Cymopoleia Venus of Olympus, may the gods be with you and good luck. Your mommy and daddy loves you my little pearl."

Aphrodite began tearing up once again, uncontrollable, fat pearly tears kept running down her face and Ares surprised them all by enveloping her in a tight hug and whispering soothing words in her ear.

Zeus and Hades held on to Poseidon's shoulder in a firm yet comforting grip, showing them how sorry they were and how much they cared.

Poseidon himself was sinking in depression; outside Olympus, a storm was brewing and the waves in the seas were in turmoil, crashing violently together and warning everyone to stay away from the beach for the time being.

The goddesses in the room, except for Amphitrite were sobbing as well, like Aphrodite, they were inconsolable. Apollo felt his heart break for his little soul mate. Dionysus waved a hand and a wine glass filled with his favorite red wine appeared. Just as he was about to take a hearty sip he received a glare from his father, Zeus and he sighed forlornly. He waved his hand once again, and glared at the can of diet cola in his hands before taking a tentative sip.

Hecate donned on her cloak, put the hood back on and hid Cymopoleia in her cloak so that no one would be able to discover her, before swiftly exiting Aphrodite's temple, leaving behind a distraught Aphrodite who fell down on the floor in a kneeling position and cried her heart out.

Hera, Athena, Artemis, Demeter and Hestia joined Ares around Aphrodite and took it in turns to hug her, as she continued crying softly.

Triton glared at his father, who sat depressed and as still as a statue. He couldn't believe that they were all crying over that little whore half-sister of his. Alright so she wasn't a demi-goddess but an immortal goddess, but so what? She was not his mother's daughter and so he would not relate her as family.

"Cymopoleia shall be a very powerful goddess. With the powers of her mother and father combined and now as Hecate's legacy – she will be extremely powerful. Without the ability to use magic, I understand and would have viewed her as a threat for a while and for that I am sorry," said Zeus, his voice filled with sorrow, guilt and regret. Poseidon gave his brother a strained smile and Aphrodite gave him a tearful one – both filled with thanks.

Once Hecate left the Empire State Building, she flashed over to England,

"England?!" everyone but Amphitrite and Triton gasped.

"Why not the magical world in America?" asked Hephaestus.

"Your pet project exists in all counties," scoffed Ares.

"For starters, I had to get Cymopoleia as far away from Olympus as possible and secondly, the family I decided to place her with, live in the UK," snapped Hecate as she glared at Ares and Hephaestus.

Crowborough, and stood in front of Potter Manor.

"Manor? How rich are these Potters?" asked Zeus interestedly; he wanted the best for his little niece, being as he was one of the main reasons why his brother and pseudo-daughter could not raise their daughter in Olympus.

"Extremely rich," Hecate smirked. "They are one of the richest, oldest and powerful magical families to exist. They are of nobility."

"That's good, I couldn't ask for a better family. Thank you Hecate," Poseidon smiled gratefully.

She picked the Potters for many reasons; they were an old family full of purebloods starting out at the beginning 1000s and they were extremely powerful and rich. Another reason was that James and Lily Potter were unable to bear children, since Lily was hit with a stray curse, making her unable to have children of her own. The third reason was that her features could be closely matched, seeing as James had raven black hair and Lily had green eyes, although hers were an emerald green, the people of magical Britain would think it was a mixture of James' hazel eyes.

"Those are good enough reasons," said Hera neutrally.

"What I want to know is, how did Lily get hit by a stray curse bearing her unable to have children?" asked Hades, quirking an eyebrow.

"Magical Britain is going through a war; pureblood supremacy bastards," growled Hecate, angry that her pet project was going through war in one of the main countries.

"WHAT? You sent my daughter to a place where there is a war going on?" yelled Poseidon causing everyone to jump and finally catch on to what Hecate said about a war.

"My specialty," purred Ares as he rubbed his hands together in glee. Poseidon glared at his nephew and said, "Not when my daughter is there!"

"There was no other family I could place her with that would take care of her Poseidon," said Hecate calmly, "The Potters were meant to have a child, it was written by the oracles – I handed them one, and Cymopoleia would grow up being loved and cherished."

Hecate changed her features to a woman in her mid-fifties with sandy blonde hair and dull brown eyes, pink chapped lips and pale wrinkly skin.

"Really Hecate?" said Aphrodite, as she wrinkled her nose.

"I had to look convincing Affie," huffed Hecate, rolling her eyes.

She knocked on the door and tightly cradled Cymopoleia to her chest. The door opened and a beautiful woman in her early twenties opened the door. She had long, straight, red hair, pale skin and gorgeous emerald green eyes that stood out and were filled with emotions. She smiled pleasantly at Hecate and said, "Good evening, how may I help you?"

"Looks like someone I blessed," mused Aphrodite.

"You didn't, she has natural beauty Affie," Hecate laughed; glad to see her friend was beginning to lighten up again now that her secret was out in the open and nearly everyone had accepted it.

"Hello, dear – may I come in, I have a request regarding my granddaughter," said Hecate imitating the voice of a doting grandmother.

The second Lily heard granddaughter, her eyes snapped down to look at the one-day old girl and her eyes immediately began to flicker with many emotions ranging from sadness to longing to sorrow, grief and finally love.

"The poor dear, to have the joys of motherhood stripped away from you – it is a curse I wouldn't wish upon any woman," said Hera sadly.

"Seeing as my daughter is trapped in the underworld due to my dear brother's underhanded tricks with his damn cursed fruits, I feel her pain," growled Demeter as she glared at Hades, who merely rolled his eyes and said, "Get over it! It happened many millennia ago!"

Before the same old argument could break out between brother and sister, Hestia told Hecate to continue reading.

"What a beauty! Please come in, oh, James! James honey, come here," she yelled out excitedly.

"What is it Lily-flower," a man called out. Hecate could tell from the sound of his voice that he was a jubilant, loving man filled with laughter.

"My kind of guy. He could have been a son of mine," Hermes said proudly.

When Lord James Charlus Potter entered the room, Hecate saw a man with wild, uncontrollably and messy raven black hair, hazel eyes and a beaming face appear, when he saw Hecate he politely asked her how she was and then stared longingly at Cymopoleia.

"The poor dears! If Poseidon and Aphrodite couldn't raise her, then I'm glad you gave her to the Potters, they are clearly longing for a child of their own to dote on," said Hera happily. Poseidon grudgingly nodded in agreement, though from the look on his face, they could all clearly see that he preferred to raise her himself in Atlantis; if only Aphrodite wasn't so afraid for the fate of Cymopoleia.

Hecate began her sob story of how her daughter died giving birth to Cymopoleia last night and how the father died during the war. She explained of how she wanted to spend a day with her granddaughter and that she was too old to care for her in times of war. Hecate then offered the Potters the chance to raise her and James and Lily readily accepted with no fuss.

Hecate then told them that her daughter had only one request and that was to keep her name Cymopoleia Venus; she told them that they were of Greek origins and that they wanted to keep the name in the family since they were unable to raise her.

"Such good people," Hestia smiled.

"They better raise Cymopoleia well," grumbled Poseidon.

"Stop nagging brother," Hades rolled his eyes.

"I haven't checked in on her since that night, but only because I have been focusing on the magical world of Italy and France, there has been a boom of magical children," Hecate shrugged. "I was about to check on the conditions in Britain and Cymopoleia as well when the Fates called me here."

After a cup of tea and a last kiss goodbye, Hecate left Potter Manor and James and Lily Potter thanked the Gods for giving them a beautiful daughter to call their own: Cymopoleia Venus Potter.

"That is the end of the chapter," said Hecate, as she passed the book down to Hestia, who asked to read next.

"The Potters seem like an excellent family. I wonder what the Fates require us to do," Athena mused, but everyone merely shrugged and Zeus said, "The Fates said we must read the book and they will be back, so once we are done, we will find out."

A/N: Tell me what you think of this story? Should I continue it?

This will be a reading the book story, but it won't be cannon J.K. Rowling; there will be many changes and I will not be copying Harry Potter verbatim.

Question: Do you want me to bring in the demi-gods or just keep it the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus?