Prologue:

Welcome to the hall of the Gods

In the soft glow of the nursery, Nyx, the enigmatic Goddess of Night, watched over her newborns with a rare tenderness. The room was bathed in gentle shadows, the kind that spoke of twilight and whispered secrets. Her eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, softened as she observed the small, delicate forms of her children.

The babies, with their tiny fingers reaching out to one another, were a blend of divine and mortal essence-an unprecedented fusion in Nyx's long existence. Their innocent faces were framed by wisps of hair that would eventually grow darker, echoing the depth of their heritage. Despite the divine nature of their mother, they carried the potential of dual destinies.

Nyx's hum, a melodic and soothing lullaby, filled the room with an almost tangible warmth. It was a lullaby that spoke of the mysteries of the night and the promise of dreams. The soft, lilting notes danced through the air, weaving around the cribs and the small forms within them.

Their futures, though uncertain, were rich with possibility. Camp Half-Blood, with its vibrant blend of heroes, awaited their presence. Yet, the ancient legacy of their Roman father also beckoned them to Camp Juniper, a place where their heritage would be tested and nurtured in its own way.

Nyx's gaze lingered, a mix of pride and contemplation in her eyes. She wondered how her children would navigate the complex tapestry of their lives, balancing their dual heritage and forging their own paths. As the goddess's hum continued to fill the room, it was a promise-a promise of guidance and love, no matter where their journeys might lead.

"My Goddess. The King Of The Gods is here." The Goddess dark eyes move towards the Young Star Nymph, who's eyes darted anywhere but meeting the Goddess' eyes, her fingers fidgeted together.

"Thank you. Astraea." The Star Nymph- or Hyades as they can also be called, she is one of the nymphs of the five stars of the constellation- The room stilled as a large man takes large strides in, The king of the gods. The air thickens with power as his irises glowing a faint gold colour. The Star nymph was quick to scurry out of the room, like a frightened mouse trying to escape a cat.

"Nyx." He greets his face emotionless as he looked down to the crib in the centre of the room. The Goddess gracefully stepped in front of the crib shielding her babies from the veiw of the King of Gods. His jaw twitched a little "You know the law that was passed many centuries-"

"Do not resight the laws with me, Zeus." Her voice boomed out, darkness swirled around her feet. "I was there when it was written." Her wings - that had remained folding in on themselves- unfolded.

"-they are to live with their father or they are to be cast down to an orphanage..." The god paused studying the goddess face, Nyx studied him back, she saw a relaxed but stern with the god in front of her, he didn't scare her, she may only be a minor goddess to the mortals of the world, but she is more ancient then the big bang, she is a cosmic being that can change her form at will. Her dark brown eyes met his. That's when she saw the twinge of fear he tried to bury deep down.

"They are to live with their father." She finally said after the pregnant pause that filled the room, suffocating the two immortal deities. "Let the river styx be my witness, that I will honour the agreed upon contract, as long as I am to take them when they are ready to camp half blood, if not then I am at least to guide them?" She spoke the already thick air seemed to thicken if that was even possible. She had sworn on the river styx. Not a hint of fear or regret seemed to live in the goddess eyes. She knew what she was doing was for the best, she just hoped nothing happened to her daughters.

There were no objection towards her words, so the deal was sealed.

Her babies. Melody and Andromeda born from the cosmic stars, made from two beings where send down to live with their father.

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{2 years later}

GUN IN HIS HAND, HE STEPPED QUIETLY THROUGH THE HALL OF THE SILENT HOUSE, EARS STRAINED AS HE LISTENED FOR ANY MURMER OR THE SHUFFLE OF FEET AGAINST CARPET FROM UPSTAIRS OR CREEKS OF FLOORBOARDS FROM THE KITCHEN. Making a gesture with his left hand for his comrades behind him to search the kitchen and bottom room whilst he and a few others walked upstairs. One foot in front of the other, they stopped at any noise of creeks, ears listening in the pregnant pauses of silence. They made it upstairs and separated down the different halls of the room, Henry went for the bedroom, gun pointed in front of him as he stepped in the hall, directing the gun around, scanning the room for any person hidden.

Once he cleared the bedroom he carefully made his way to the bathroom that was connected. Pushing open the door with a small 'creek', his calm expression turned pained as the door rammed in his face, as a figure rushed passed him in a hurry to flee out the window and into the neighbour window. Jumping into action he called out to his comrades "I am in pursuit of a culprit" He ran down the stairs and out the door quicker then his teammates could comprehend, like he was a bullet leaving a gun.

He run after the figure not getting a good look at the person he was currently chasing down the street. His breathing was heavy, his feet struck the ground as his muscles worked harder as he ran and jumped over obstacles, like fences. Finally catching up to the fugitive, he leap at them the air propelling him forward, letting Henry tackle the fugitive on the ground.

Picking the male up and having his hands behind his back, Henry walked the man back towards the house and countless other officers. The man huffed out "Old man" aimed at Henry as he pushed him in the back of the van. "You have the right to remain silent" Henry restored, and shut the door, leaving the rest of the police officers, whilst he went and surveyed the crime scene.

The day turned to night, and with tired eyes he left the scene, all the filed paperwork can be done tomorrow, he entered his apartment, his keys jingling as he took them out of the door, dumping them in the key bowl by the kitchen as he walked inside the room properly. He halted his movements, listening, his heart beat spiked not seeing any movements of his girls. He should've seen movements, but he couldn't hear anything the silence was deafening. His feet took him towards the hallway of the small apartment. Towards the left room, he pushed open the door, his mind panicked as he tried to make one thousand different excuses.

He sighed a breath of relief as in the cot surrounded by their few toys, they both sat curled up against each other. His panic drifted away, as the babysitter he left in charge, a nineteen year old girl. Walked into the door way, her eyes full of sleep. "Sorry sir, I fell asleep on the couch so I didn't hear you coming in." She explained as he quietly shut the door slightly. They made their ways down the hall towards the living room.

"It's alright, Charlotte I just panicked, I should have found you first, instead of assuming the worst." He scanned the living room papers sproon across the coffee table as a laptop quietly hummed in the background. It was a paper he couldn't quite read, whether it was from this distance or cause it was in a different language he couldn't tell.

"Well I best be off, I've got a paper due, on Thursday." Charlotte explained as she picked up papers and slipped them into her bag. Once she was off and out the door, Henry heated up some two minutes noodles that sat discarded in the kitchen pantry. He waited the agonising two minutes for the water to boil in the microwave, he grabbed a fork and settled himself down onto the couch. The quiet humming of air conditioner in the background as well as whatever show that randomly was on left the room in a nice ambience.

The peace was short lived when a figure materialised from shadows. He huffed slightly. "Why is it you show up now?" He muttered, discarding his cup of noddles on the brown and slightly stained coffee table. He grunted as he stood up.

"You know why I'm here?" She asked lowly

"You want to see your children?" He asked a little confused as to why she was here.

"No." She said forcefully, Henry would've gotten mad at her if he didn't know the reason but it still didn't mean that it didn't tick him off.

"Okay." Henry sat on the armrest of the couch, he arms folded as he continued "okay then why are you here?"

The Goddess said nothing. Her eyes seemed soulless as she studied him, pinpointing him for weakness. But he shielded anything from her, his heratenge was hidden. His thoughts. His emotions were hidden.

"Melody and Andromeda." She started, the air thickened between then. The man's sat up, his shoulders squared up. His demina changed. "When they are older, they are to go to camp half blood, it's a place where they will be safe from anything that want to do them harm and you would still get to see them in summer, it's like summer camp or whatever you like to call it here." The goddess finished waiting in the silence for the man to talk, to let her know what he was thinking. He wouldn't let her see anything about himself.

"No." He stated, pushing himself up off the couch arm rest. "They are my children-"

"They are mine, I created the-"

"No." The goddess shut her mouth, she had never been told no or interrupted before, and this man, her ex lover had done it a few times in a row. "I am caring for them. I want them to have a normal childhood, do something. Place spells. Have someone watch over them when I can't. I can- no I'm not letting them go to some Camp for greek demigods. They aren't even-"

"Stop!" Her voice travelled around the room, a menacing tone lace in her words. As she looked around the house as if they were being watched by something invisible. Shadows pooled around her feet. The Roman "This conversation is done. They can stay until the age of six. Zephyr will guide them to camp. Do you hear me?" She questioned. The wind outside seemed to howl louder at the mention of the wind god.

"Yes." His jaw twitched. His hands balled tightly into fists, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. His body was shaking with fury like violent waves crashing against a ship, ready to tip it over. The lights seemed to flicker at their own will. The tension in the room was palpable. The world would have stopped if these two continued to argue.

The goddess dissolved into a black mist, she left the room fell silent. The world went still. All Henry could hear was the humming of the old air conditioner, that sometimes refused to work, and made a sputtering noise when it was turned on heat but other then that it still cooled down the rooms in the small apartment he owned. His mind moved at a million thoughts per minute. She won't take his children. They are his to protect. He found himself walking towards his daughter's room. He softly opened the door, let the light from the hallway pour in, like liquid wax. Henry swallowed thickly at the lump that formed in his throat. His daughter's would have to grow up to soon and he hated it.

Henry left the room. Closing the room softly and climbed into bed. He would deal with whatever happened in the morning.