So, a couple of things before you read, or you could skip this, your choice. (Number one has some spoilers for this chapter, so maybe you can look back once you've finished everything else. It explains things a little.)

This story I imagined when I was looking up on Google about Poseidon, and it told me that one of the myths about him actually said that both he and Zeus were not eaten, and I started thinking that if that had been true (in PJO of course, I know this isn't real, don't get worried about my mental health) then Zeus most likely covered up the truth to make Poseidon look bad. So I'm writing this story, a little off from the real myths, but set so that it still makes sense that the mortals would hear another story, or that things were misinterpreted.

Yes, I know babies should not be that smart. But Hermes was a pretty impressive baby, so I'm guessing that all god babies are. I don't really know. It made sense.

The time period of this story from 25 before the first titan and god war (what was the name for that again?) to 200 years after the war was over. Most of my other stories will have this as there history, so if I write a story about Percy, Poseidon might make some hints as to his youth that will be from this story.

This is my first story, and I would like some suggestions. Flame all you want, it's not like I care, I would just like some feedback as to how good my writing is. Thanks! (and any offers to Beta would be nice). Tell me if I should stop writing. You're the audience and are the important feedback.

This is going to be my longest message to you guys, and most likely I won't post much until after June 22, since I have a lot of studying for final exams to do and do not much time on my hands.

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS SERIES. (is it like a rule that you have to add this? Because I see that on a lot of writing.)

Rhea Prov:

Grandmother, Mother, and Son

I ran. The greatest test was over. Now I just had to go a little farther and finish what I had started. Someday I may regret this, and that fateful day may be today, but what has been started must be ended. I have begun something that will change everyone's lives, and there is no question that Kronos's and mine shall be for the worse. I only hope that the children's shall be for the better.

My legs burned like the blazing fire in the middle of our palace, horrible and seemingly everlasting. I wanted to slow my hurried pace, to catch my fleeting breath, and my opportunity came when I beheld the city. Minor titans and titanesses lived in that city, worthless to the point that my love, my dear, cruel, husband had most likely never even heard of it, even as the king of the realm. But it would not do to see me running, not even if those who saw me were as unknown and as unimportant as this city. What was its name again?

The sudden change from fleeing steps to the regal tempo I acquire when in public did not go unnoticed by the little bundle of cloths in my arms. Under the shirt that I assumed was Kronos's reached a little wrinkled hand and a sad little whimper. He wanted me. He was hungry and exhausted; he wanted his mother's touch, his mother's milk. But he could not have me. Ever.

I had to return to his father, and, as much as I loved Kronos and he loved me, a baby is not, and never shall be, something that he wants. He took the others, ate them right in front of me. As soon as they left my body, they entered his. There was no hope. He had not even glanced at them, and, as much as that grieved me, that was the key to my success this time. He had not looked as I fed him a new-born lamb instead of a little godling, did not even guess that I would defy him.

And so this baby would defeat my husband, end his rein, just as my mother predicted. Mother, I thought, this plan had better work. I have too much to lose on this gamble.

Reaching down to the baby's hand, careful to make it seem to all the world that I was simply readjusting the shirt, I gently pushed it under the covers once more. I bent my head down as well, whispering gently to the child, "Not here, love, you are not safe. I shall show you the world later, when the gates have closed behind us and not an immortal soul can spot us." I lifted my head back up, hoping that it had only looked like weariness that had over-taken me, that the childbearing was harsh on my body this time. I hoped that my disobedience was too out of the question in the minds of those around me, those of this nameless city that I had entered. I hoped the baby was safe, just for this little farther.

I stood by the gate, staring down at the guards. "Open the gate, I do not have time for these games," I comanded, hoping that the fear of me was enough not to question my authority. As the younger guard, maybe one hundred years old, raised his arm to unlock the doors, the elder stopped him.

"What is it that you wish to do in the forest, my queen?" he glared suspiciously at me, and I right back. This worthless titan was not going to be the one to stop me, should I get caught. "I only wish to speak to my mother. I bore a child and am weary, and a mother's kindness helps in these times. And to present her with a lamb from our stables. She is tired now so often, and a lamb would be good for us to share for the evening." I said, calm as I ever am. He raised an eyebrow,

"You carry your food in cloths?" I sighed, hoping it would show them that I was impatient with them. That it was their stupidity that was bothering me.

"It is to keep it warm. You have heard of insulation, I am sure." I mocked them. I knew that their education must be limited to the lowest kind in the land. I raised my eyebrow, as he had done, simply to mock him more, waiting for them to open the gates. The guard, giving me one last backward look, did as I wished and I hurried out.

I walked faster out here, knowing that it will no longer look suspicious. These were dangerous woods. I walked into the forest, feeling the breeze on my exposed skin, when suddenly the earth shifted underneath me. I was farther from the gate then ever, standing before my mother.

"The child?" She stated, she eyes more wide open then I have seen them in a long while, though I knew that ever period of her wakefulness lasts less and less. Most likely this time it will only last ten years. But that is all that she will need. She was a strong and powerful as I have ever sen, her back straight, shoulders strong, and her head held high. I remembered that she used to be in my place, queen of the world, and is still more powerful then us all. We are just lucky that she can do no harm to her own children and decedents. Only they can harm each other, as they do. As we do.

"Here." I uncovered the baby, and together we lay our eyes on him. Small as all babies are, with a poof of hair upon his head, as black as the deepest cave.

"What is his name? I need to know his name to raise him. What shall he say to his father as he fights in battle? That he is his son, that that will be his only identity?" She looked up at me as she held her finger out to the child, looking away from a gaze that only hours ago did not exist. The eyes that, like so many of our children, lost the innocence of youth too quickly, that learned to understand at least some things in a matter of days that other, mortal creatures, had the benefit of not learning for a long time, if ever.

"A name? I had no time to give him one. I have never named something before. Can he not pick his own when he is older? I do not wish to brand him forever with a name he is not." I said, worried of the possibilities, looking at the child in wonder.

"No, he cannot. It is not how things are done. Well, fine. Seeing as I shall raise him as my own I suppose I have the right to name him as well." She looked at the baby for a long time, so long that I worried about Kronos noticing my absence. I needed to leave, and as I turned to go, she looked up.

"Poseidon. It means 'husband of the earth', and that is what he shall be. My husband someday, to replace his terrible grandfather. And his father. He shall end the world, and begin it anew."

As I nodded in agreement and left the two, my mother and my son, I took one last look at Poseidon. I caught his eyes once more, as he attempted to wave good-bye, and started into their green depths.

And then I turned and never looked back.