Hera wiped a stray tear as she lay her newly born baby down in the basket. She hated doing this, she really did but she had no other choice. The baby's aura was so strong it was for sure going to attract monsters and Athena had assured Hera that this was the best way.

Hera sighed and kissed her daughter's silky, blonde hair. She watched sadly as Hecate started to mutter the ancient Greek words that would make her daughter mortal.

After Hecate was finished, Hera bent down and whispered an ancient blessing over her daughter and bit hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out as her daughter vanished out of sight with the messenger god.

"She'll be fine," Athena said appearing next to Hera, I did think this through properly, you know. Rick is a very responsible clear sighted mortal and he lives near here so we can keep tabs on her."

Hera nodded and tried a small smile but she couldn't stop the tear that ran down her cheek.

Author's note:

Disclaimer: all rights belong to Rick Riordan because his son liked bedtime stories and Rick saw the chance to make a lot of money.

This story will contain snapshots of certain major events in the Percy Jackson books. It will contain spoilers for ToA (later on) so read at your own risk.

Also, I will change some of the facts and yes, I know Rick lives in Boston or actually Texas at the time but I'm going to change that so the story will work.

This is MY fanfic so don't blame me if some of the characters may seem a little OOC or not right.

This is my first fanfic and  feel free to PM me if you have any ideas or things you want to add because I have never written anything over 7 pages.

Also, please PM me if my grammar is wrong or the story is a bit cliche because even though English is my first language in the country I live in they do not speak English well and I do not learn a lot in English class so yeah.