Sally Jackson was handed her newborn son: Perseus.

His father, Posiedon, had the same green eyes as him.

"He's beautiful," she said, "so peaceful."

"I bet that won't last for long, he is my son. The sea is never calm forever," Posiedon said.

"Oh shush, let me have my moment of peace, it wasn't easy to get this one out you know," Sally replied.

"Do you see any tattoos?" Posiedon asked.

Sally unwrapped her new baby boy and scanned for tattoos.

Right on the small of his back was a silver eye. It had dark grey spots and tiny flecks of black scattered about.

"It's an eye," she said, "but it looks like a moon too."

"It's an unforgettable eye," Posiedon said, "he's gonna know whoever it is the instant he sees them."

"I need some rest," Sally yawned, "I think Perseus here needs some too."

They both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Posiedon watched them for what seemed like forever. And for a god, he felt so small. Having his first son in years.

He had a family up on olympus.

But now he had a home.