A/N: BOOK SERIES IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT A MISS KATE MCMULLEN. I own my OC.

over the next couple of thousand years, things were not only changing for me and Theo but also Olympus as a whole as Zeus's kids started coming in bunches. The three-season, the three Graces. All these kids with their big talk drove Hera wild. But she manages to sope until the day the nine Muses showed up." Hi! I'm Clio, Muse of History!" one sang out." The wheel was invented in 32 B.C.- that's 'Before Cronus'" call me Terpsi! another said." Muse of Dance." she did a few steps of what we later call the polka. "I,m Thalia!" said a third." Muse of Comedy. Here's a good one. Why did the chicken cross the road?" " to be sacrificed to the gods, of course," Hera said."Wrong!" said Thalia. " to get to the other side!" All the muses cracked up But Hera was not amused. That night she called a meeting of the "belly bunch," as Po called the five of us, in the Great Hall of the palace. that was also The same night that shadow lady that would be best to introduce my newly four-year-old son to my siblings.i of coursed argued, I wasn't ready to let my siblings anywhere near Theo. while they were rowdy, Theo seems to be more on the quiet side a bit and was a tad shy. she countered with " isn't that because he hasn't been in contact with anyone his own age but for us." that's how I found myself at the door of the great hall. she was right, even though Theo was very smart for his age especially by god standards, he still had childish tendencies and actions that come with being his physical age. I can't count the number of times I had to discipline him from acting ou. from refusing bedtime to painting the walls to doing things he wasn't supposed to do like trying to get to a jar of ambrosia that was sitting on a high shelf by standing on a wobbly stool by his tippy toes rather than just call me. and those times when he was still physically a bay, the other gods don't tend to visit my place but when they do I have to act fast and there were still some close calls that were just too close for my liking. but all those times don't compare to the times he made my smile, laugh, and grin on my face. like how he would be running around with his colorful stuffed animals. or how we make an indoor pillow fort and spend the night telling stories. or like he drawings, he would make for me with both of us dawn outside and playing.i was pulled out of my reminisces as a feel a tug on my toga and looked down at my son who was looking at me with concerned eyes." is evwything okay papa?" everything is a fine jewel." he didn't look convinced though as I ruffle the top his head, the white soft fluff of his hair almost comforting. I go back to looking at the door in front of us.' you can do this Hades. get your head in the game. do it for you. do it for Theo.' I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, took my son's hand, and.....

walked away from the door.