Hey guys this is my new story. I know there are like soooo many of stories like this but I thought I should give it a try ! You wouldn't believe it but when I wrote this I was in school.. sitting through math ! Well you can't blame me can you ? I mean its math and the teacher was going on and on about trigonometry ! Urg... anyway,I hope you like it.. Let me know if I should continue or not through your reviews ! The pairing is not yet decided...

R&R

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Prologue

The Temple of Poseidon, Olympus.

"I can't believe that you are actually doing this." He whispered sadly, looking down at the bundle that was in the woman's arms who was holding it as further away from her as possible without dropping it.

"Artemis... he is your son! How can you just abandon him? He is powerful... more powerful than any of my other immortal children." The green eyed man said his voice laced with sadness and regret.

"I have broken my oath in a fit of recklessness. I will suffer the consequences but I refuse to have any sort of connection to this... this... male child. You can raise him if you want Poseidon but I do not want to involved in the Childs life" the woman said coldly, her eyes blazing as she glared at the child in her arms.

As if sensing danger the child opened its eyes. The child was beautiful. He had a tuft of black hair, which was the same colour as the man. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green, like the sea on a calm day with specks of silver. The child took one look at the woman holding him and burst into tears.

The man clenched his fists in anger when he saw that the woman made no move to console the wailing child. She then handed the child over to him like and shot him one last glare.

"You are going to regret this Artimus." He said meeting her glare with one of his own, his eyes as dark as the sea on a stormy night.

A cold laugh left her lips and in a flash of golden light she was gone, leaving him alone with their child.

The child immediately stopped crying and fixed his father with what could be interpreted as a curious look.

The man smiled down at the child. He had a great but terrible future ahead and he would be very powerful.

"I am going to call you Perseus."