Sally Jackson is just about to reach the age of six when she is orphaned.

They - the adults that come to her home - say that her parents died in the sky, in the airplane that was scheduled to come home.

Her mind drifts to the stories that her mother tells- told her. They were about the gods, the Greek gods to be specific.

She recounts the many goddesses and gods her mother whispered to her as she fell to Morpheus's domain.

It's not long before she finds the one that she can place the blame on. It's not hard, not at all, to curse him and allow her withheld tears to fall freely from her face.

Zeus. The Kings of Gods. The god of the sky- the domain in which her parents died in.

She hates him, hates him so much, because her parents could still be with her and come with her to her first day of school that's not even a week away if he had just done something.

She's choking back the sobs that threaten to escape her because she is not sad, she is enraged.

Sally screams and she screams, cursing Zeus in ways her mother had warned her never to do because she doesn't care. Her mother isn't here to warn her anymore and it's because of him.

(Zeus lets out a strike of lightning near Sally's home as a warning, she can't hear it for she's drowning-

The fact that someone curses him, of all gods, over the fact their parents died is preposterous. Stupid child, he thinks as she continues to curse him.

He's about to bring the child's whole house down, killing her in the process, when his daughter shows up. He stops his action immediately and turns all of his attention to her.

He softens ever so slightly because the Queen of the Underworld has always been one of his favorite daughters. She is as beautiful as the day she was born but there's fury in her eyes.

"You will do no such thing of the sort, Father. Stay away from the last of my mortal line or else."

She leaves as quickly as she comes and he turns his attention to the child once more and he wonders how he could have missed this.

He, wisely, forgets the girl completely.)

It's hard to breath, she notices rather abruptly when she inhales but nothing goes in. She exhales then inhales and back goes her ability to breath, but it's difficult. Still, she continues where she had left out.

In her fit of rage, she never notices how her body goes in autopilot and moves to her mother's indoor garden.

When Sally's eyes open, she can breath.

It's not difficult at all and it's when her takes in her surrounding, does the realization settle in and the rage goes away.

Her parents are gone and are never coming back.

She falls to her knees and sobs, tears falling from her eyes. Her ability to breath leaves her just as quickly as it came.

(As Sally cries, she never notices the goddess with long wavy black hair and warm golden eyes that watches within the corner of the room, a grim look gracing her beautiful face.

Nor does she hear the soft and alluring voice say, "Oh my darling granddaughter, how life has done you wrong and will continue to do. I am sorry, my dear. I can only do so much to help you."

It is with a heavy heart that the daughter of Zeus and Demeter leaves, looking at the last of her mortal line.)

As Sally grew up, she did her best at avoiding the sky, never flying and staying inside when there were storms.

She knew it was irrational to believe that Zeus would strike her down because she had cursed him many, many times. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't even real, just a myth, fiction.

Still, her mind goes back to a time where her mother would whisper in her ear of things the gods would do to people who even dare think about disrespecting them, not to mention to say it out loud. Her eyes were always wide with what she knew now to be fear.

Not only that, but she thinks of the things - monsters, her mind supplies - she sees on a weekly basis.

Perhaps, there were truth to her words.

So, she stays out of the sky and out of lightning and avoids cursing Zeus, or any god or goddess really.

Sally looks at the ocean and she thinks, beautiful.

She is in Montauk and her mind wanders off to the past few month.

Her uncle, her guardian, has been diagnosed with cancer. Stage 3, rapidly making its way to Stage 4, the doctors say. He needs to stay in the hospital to get the help he needs. All she hears is money, which they don't have much of.

So, Sally does what she's does what she does best: survive.

She doesn't see her uncle everyday, not even once every week. It's either school or her two part-time jobs. She doesn't sleep much and she eats the bare necessities.

She took the weekend off and decided that she needed a break, so here she is, relaxing.

It feels like she has the weight of the world on top of her shoulders but she knows that isn't true; Sally isn't Atlas.

She knows that her uncle isn't going to survive the monster that is cancer. The doctors think that she can't hear them, but she can. They say that he'll be dead before the year's end, that she is just prevailing the inevitable.

Sally is a survivor, and so is her family, so she'll try her damned hardest to make him survive. He's a Jackson and Jacksons do not die easily, not anymore.

She is startled out of her thoughts as her mind registers a fucking trident is rising out the ocean. Then she sees a head, then a neck, then a torso, then the rest of the male.

She is in a state of shock as she takes in the male - the fucking god - in front of her.

She can only think of one god that fits the male's description that's in front of her.

"Oh fuck, you're Lord Poseidon. I must be seeing things." With that, the sleep and food deprived teenaged girl passed out, but not before she sees the way the god's eyes widen significantly.

Sally opens her eyes and finds herself staring into the equivalent of the ocean and sea in a set of two eyes.

"You're a clear-sighted mortal." His voice is deep and powerful, but nice.

"Must be." She passes out again, but she thinks she hears loud but wonderful laughter before the darkness takes her once gain.

Sally wakes up and she's in her cabin, tucked under her green blanket. She sits up immediately and her eyes scan the room and she finds it empty. She smacks her forehead and laughs, hard.

"That was a crazy dream." She closes her eyes and slides back into bed, resting her head on the stiff pillow.

"It was no dream, mortal." She rose up rapidly, a small shriek escaping her mouth. Her hand grabbing for the closest object near her, a lamp as it seems.

It collides with his arm as he swipes it away. His eyes narrow at her and his arms cross over his chest.

Perhaps she realizes what she's done, a bit too late.

"Oh gods, I am so sorry, milord. I-" He waves his hand and Sally goes quiet.

"It is fine. What is your name?"

"Sally, Sally Jackson." Sally replies with a smile blossoming on her face.

And that was the start of their friendship.

She continues to see Poseidon, even when she leaves Montauk after her extended break, skipping out on two lectures and calling in sick for three days.

He comes to visit her at the diner she works at and he comes to her tiny apartment.

They go out sometimes, on things that shouldn't really be considered as dates but in reality, that's what they were.

Most nights when he comes, she orders tacos or Vietnamese and they lay on her pull our couch and watch movies she rented from Blockbusters. Those nights are always nice because they distract her from the truth, that her uncle is about to die and that she doesn't have enough money for rent but he is a distraction, a good one at that.

Then there's nights when he finds her on the ground, shattered and crying because she has to do all these things but she can't because she's by herself and she's not strong enough to do this and there's not enough time to meet this deadline or the other, so he can only hold her tight. Letting her sob into his chest about the unfairness of it all.

Of course, she is not the only one who needs to shatter - never break, never - because Poseidon is a god and with that title, comes stress and anxieties and worries. Not to mention that his own wife - whom Sally really, really wants to punch in the boob - is distant yet still able to be abusive.

Then she falls into bed with him and it's glorious- he's glorious.

It's a month after she's had sex with him for the first time - because it's happened again and again and she doubts she'll stop because she might be addicted - when she gets a call from the hospital to 'get here right now'.

She's tangled in sheets and in his arms but she wrangles out of them. He awakens and asks why she's in a rush.

"My uncle. I think that he's about to die."

By the time she gets there, Rich is gone, had been for a few minutes.

Poseidon holds her up as she sobs into him for what seems to be the last time about her uncle.

When all is said and done and the funeral for Richard "Rich" Jackson is done, she admits that she's glad that he's gone in between sniffles and she feels absolutely horrified that she even feels that way because he's gone and never coming back.

Poseidon just holds her - safe and warm - and tells her that it's okay to think that because she feels horrified that she even dare think it. He switches the topic immediately and flashes her to the cabin in Montauk. As they stare out into sunset against the blue ocean waves, he tells her stories - myths that were never wrote down, but did occur - and she falls asleep content in his arms.

Sally wakes up in the morning, prying herself out of the god's arms, and goes to pay for a full week in the cabin, also making a few calls.

She slips into his arms Just as easily as she left them and falls right back to sleep.

Three days later, he has to leave because there's some sort of meeting he can't postpone so she kisses him - long and hard - and bids him farewell.

Sally enjoys the rest of her week and it's on the final full day that Poseidon returns, looking worse for wear.

She just smiles gently and holds her arms open and waits for him to tell her what's wrong. It's about an hour till he calms himself completely and inhales deeply, then begins.

"You're pregnant."

Which is certainly not what she was expecting, at all.

Sally inhales then exhales and turns away and goes to her cabin. She can faintly hear Poseidon calling her name and following right behind her, but she is calm.

She enters and begins to make a cup of tea for herself, as coffee is not good in the state she's in. Then she realizes that tea also has caffeine in it, she swears. From the corner of her eye, she can her lover fidgeting as his hands ran up and down his shorts.

She sits on the loveseat facing the one that he resides on. They stare at each other, Sally's eyes piercing his own.

"So... a child?" He nods his head, unsure of when she's going to blow. "Why exactly are you so worried about it?"

His eyes close and he silently curses himself for allowing himself to do this to a woman that is a goddess among mortals.

Poseidon locks eyes with once more and begins the tale of the oath he took less than a century ago, of the prophecy that started it all, and how their baby's life would most likely end up like.

"They will cursed with a hero's fate. I am so sorry, Sally. You were never meant to get pregnant. I am sorry." Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes downcast.

There is a silence that lasts before the creak of the loveseat sounds throughout the room.

Sally moves from her position and kneels onto the ground in front of the god. She takes his hand into her own and squeeze them. He looks up at her and sees the small smile on her face but it conflicts with the clear grief that lie in the deep crevices of her eyes.

"I forgive you, my love. I know that you will be leaving soon, but if you could just stay long enough to teach me how to protect our child and maybe-" Sally pauses, going quiet as she contemplates if she should say what she wishes to. She decides against it. It is too selfish.

"What else? Whatever it is, I will give it to you. Your wish is my command." His voice is almost desperate, almost as if he knew what lied at the tip of her tongue.

Sally closes her eyes and allows the tears to fall freely from her eyes.

"That is all I will need. Just please teach me the ways to ensure that our child is safe."

Poseidon gifts her a dagger with the blessing of the sea. It shifts into a pearl bracelet when not in its intended form. It would never do harm to a mortal, only to a monster with ill-intent, that is to say: all of them.

So, within her first month of pregnancy, he teaches her all that he can.

It is on the last day, when she has a day off from both of her jobs and no lectures to go through, that he makes her an offer of a lifetime.

Sally can not look at him as he makes the offer. She is a weak woman and she knows that she would say yes if she only looked into his eyes of the sea.

She denies him and it's not long before he leaves.

He looks into her eyes - bright electric blue - and caresses her cheek. He leans in for a kiss and she gives him this much. It's hard and it hurts; it's desperate because this very well may be their last so they put as much of their feelings into that one kiss. Needless to say, it's not enough.

They pull away and he hugs tightly and she's safe and she is warm. It's nice, more than that, but her eloquence has left her, just like it did when they first met.

She thinks it's fine as takes a step away and warns her close her eyes.

He is bright when he begins to leave, but before he disappears completely, she can him hear him.

"I love you, Sally Jackson. I wish... that you had taken it up. I would have - still will, if you'd just ask - razed the world for you."

He's gone before she can reply. She sinks to the ground and cries and cries and cries.

Oh, how she loves him, but it can't be.

She knows that even in a perfect world, she'd still be alive, by Poseidon's side, but her precious, darling child would be gone, gone in a way she would probably never reach.

She doesn't think she'd be to live through that and plus, that's a perfect world. The one she resides in, is not, so it's with a heavy heart that she buries all thoughts of Poseidon.

Sally Jackson never had been a selfish woman, no matter how much as she thought she was. It is, after all, what kept Poseidon coming back to her, at least in the beginning.

She looks down at her stomach. There is no bump, not yet at least and it amazes her how there's a living being growing slowly inside of her.

Her child would be the balm to heal the wound that Poseidon left.

Poseidon, for once, is attending to his duties at his temple up on Mount Olympus when he feels the presence of a goddess behind him.

Putting on an easy-going smile on his face seems like a chore but he does it anyway, and he turns.

There in all her glory is the goddess of love.

She is a vision as Apollo shines behind her. Her hair is a warm brown and in slight curls and her eyes are a bright blue that outshines even the brightest parts of his domain.

His heart aches and he wonders when this became his standard of beauty, but he knows the answer to that. He just doesn't want to admit it.

"Hello, Uncle." She leans against one of his pillars and there's a haughty smirk on her face and her eyes are narrowed at him.

"Hello Aphrodite, how can I help you?" The goddess across from him chuckles darkly and he is apprehensive as he has never heard that tone come from her in all the years he's known her.

"Aphrodite? No, Uncle. Guess again?" Her smile is condescending and he takes a step back as realization hits him, hard.

"Persephone?" His voice is low, as if he's afraid to ask. She's speculating her nails as he asks her the question, as if he's something trivial.

"Ding. Ding. Ding, Uncle." Her eyes are cold and harden as they zero in on him.

"Do you realize what you've done?" She doesn't give him a chance to continue, as she continues quickly. "Sally Jackson is my granddaughter and for her entire life, she has done well without anything to deal with us gods and goddesses. Then you decide to mess up Hecate's blessing and she'll be attacked and now her child is going to be plagued even more because even though her connection to me is small, it is there! My legacies are always sought out because I am not known to have demigod children and they can smell the life and death that follows those of my ichor."

She paces the entrance in front of him while she rants at him.

"Gods, Uncle! Why couldn't you just leave her alone?!" The goddess tugs at her hair and sinks to her knees. "Sally never knew who she was because my child died before she revealed the truth and she just avoids the monsters that come to her. And now, she is heartbroken and just goes through her days like one under my rule, a ghost! She's so sad all the time but she lives through this time, knowing that she has a child to raise. I just wanted her to be safe and if she dies or if her child dies, I will blame you, Poseidon." Persephone hisses his name out as if it disgusts her to say it.

Poseidon opens his mouth to defend himself but she just holds up her hand.

Her tears fall gracefully from her face, enhancing her beauty, but all he sees is Sally.

"I know you love her... Otherwise, you wouldn't have called me by sister's name... I just wish you hadn't condemned her and my great-granddaughter to such a terrible fate. I know that the laws prevent you from intervening, but try to be there for them. If not for my sake, then for theirs."

The Queen of the Underworld gathers herself and before she walks out of his temple, she gives him a hesitant smile and then leaves.

Sally is almost near her due date, yet she still attends her classes and it is after she has left one when someone taps her shoulder.

She turns around and sees someone who looks to be godly but she knows is not. The person in front of her reminds her of her mother, for some odd reason.

"Hello! I know you don't know me, but I have to know... Who's your godly parent? Mine is Hecate." Sally is taken aback, how does she know but not.

"I'm afraid to say that both of my parents were mortal, I'm just carrying a god's child." The red-haired woman in front of her gasps and stares at her swollen stomach.

"Oh, sorry for the mistake. It's just that your child's godly parent must be really strong because there were a few monsters lurking out here staring at your through the window... I could have sworn you had Mother's..." The woman mumbles the last part so Sally can't hear it, but she assumes it's nothing good as the redhead has a frown marring her features.

The woman brightens up quickly though and says, "Well, be careful. I hope for your sake that you pop out that child soon as more monsters will come soon." She walks away, leaving Sally to ponder over what the lady meant.

She releases her hold on her bracelet once the redhead is fully out of her sight. She never knew who to trust and it didn't bide well that there were that many monsters together at one time.

Yes, she dealt with a monster every day for the past month, but she wasn't sure she could handle more than two at once.

It was early in the morning, 4 a.m., when she feels her water break. She curses and puts down the pencil she snapped in her realization and grabs the baby bag that she had prepared with a friend of hers.

She knocks on the door of her next-door neighbor, whom coincidently happens to her best friend, and is not surprised to see her open the door a few seconds later.

"My water broke." Stephanie's eyes widen and she scurried around the room and also grabs a bag and has a pair of keys in her right hand.

Stephanie is either a demon or an angel, Sally thinks as her hand is grabbed and she is practically flown down a flight of stairs and put gently inside of her brand new car as it's driven at a turbo speed. It, quite frankly, terries her but it does wonders by making her forget about the pain she'll be in and of course, the stress.

As she enters the hospital, she is taken in by her maternity doctor who has a nurse or two helping him, one with painstakingly familiar sea green eyes and is called Sei.

She doesn't say anything in regards to his arrival but she goes smile up at him with sharp, gritted teeth.

"I having a child, a baby." He can only nod at her, not sure where she's going with this.

"She will know about her father as she grows up. She will know that he is - was a good man. Do you understand?" She cries out a curse, and it's one in Ancient Greek. He wonders if she notices.

Once her eyes open from their clenched state, he nods and even with the mask, his wide smile is evident.

"She?" Po Sei don questions with a raised brow.

"She," Sally nods, as if it's obvious, "and her name shall be Persephone, after my favorite goddess. Perhaps it will endear your brother to her."

"It will, have no doubt. Now push." Sally smiles and then pushes.

Persephone Jackson is born with thick black hair and bright green, green eyes, ones just like her father's.

She screams, long and loud, then goes quiet as soon as she is placed in her mother's arms.

She giggles - gurgles really - when she is placed into the green-eyed man's arms and smiles lovingly at him.

"I love you my precious daughter. You are my first demigod daughter ever. You will be special, my princess. I wish to stay longer, however I must go before someone notices me. I will see you again." Her father places her back into her mother's arms and kisses her on the forehead.

Sally looks at him, exhausted, but she still whispers to him, "I love you."

"I love you as well. Goodbye, Sally." If there are tears falling from either of their eyes, they both ignore it. It's for their own good.

"Goodbye, Poseidon." He kisses her on her lips, and it's not at all like their last kiss.

This one is soft and full of love and resignation.

He pulls her away and looks down at their daughter and whispers goodbye to her as well. Her eyes open and she begins to cry, realizing what's happening or maybe not.

He doesn't look back as he exits, but he can hear Sally's soft sobs as she tries to console their crying daughter.

As he leaves, he swears that the woman that took Sally in is someone he knows. It's impossible after all. Still the woman with black hair and light, light brown - they look like gold, but mortals don't have that color - eyes smiles at him with an all-knowing look in her eyes as she walks into the room he exited.