This was never supposed to happen. My life seemed to crash down to Tartarus when the incident occurred. Mistakes happen, but not to gods. People pray to Athena for intelligence and making the right choices. People trust Hermes to be clever and smooth and to roll with the bumps that happen. But, they expect me to be perfect and to have a happy family. Yet, critics say I can't take having a flaw. It's true. I can't. I am vain. I'm jealous. I'm a freaking goddess of women and family. Still, I really should have learned over these millenium. I haven't had enough experience to banish my foolish ways, I presume. Old habits obviously die hard.

Ever since the Percy Jackson Oath; my family has grown, minor gods received honor, and children are not left abandoned. The Big Three Oath was canceled and my husband, Zeus, returns to his fun with the mortals.

Hot jealousy pulses through my ichor when he claims each one. I've never been able to drop the sick feeling for the sake of our marriage. I do remember a tragic day in the past when the Big Three law was still in place.

That day, I watched him transform into mortal form and travel through the streets in the busy city below. I waited until he wouldn't be sure I was tracking him, and then I put on my own disguise. One with a long dark coat like the Sherlock Holmes wears. Hey, I'm a goddess, but I still watch movies. Anyway, I set out to pursue him and his new lover. Oh, the tortures and humiliations I could create once I revealed him, I thought.

I'd been walking a while among the other mortals and I searched street signs frantically trying to remember where I had seen him from above. My mortal disguise prevented my godly overview of the citizens. My detective playtime had failed.

When I thought all was lost, I turned my head into one of those drinking places. Pubs? Banks? Bars. I turned to face a bar. I looked deep inside and saw a gorgeous figure and the light happened to catch a sparkle in a pair of perfectly piercing blue eyes. It must be him.

I walked in and sat down next to his stool. We made small talk. He was in the city on business, but "hadn't had a drink in forever." I could tell, he was sipping every mug refilled like a ritual. Zeus really has been spending a lot of time with these humans. He could make up stories and he drank heavily? I felt like I didn't even know him. But anyway, I was still trying to catch Zeus in the act of breaking a sacred promise.

No, I was wrong. It wasn't Zeus. It was some drunk, yet dazzling mortal man. He overtook me and Zeus wasn't here to save me (like those stories you here about that Greecian king in the past). Zeus wasn't there.

I had only discovered after the scene had occurred. I felt like weeping. I felt so ashamed of myself. I went against all I stood for. I went against having an unblemished family. I went against marriage laws. I wasn't a chaste goddess. I wasn't the perfectly clean mother and idol I was supposed to be.

Just as I was feeling more hopeless than any goddess ever should, I remembered that I wasn't any goddess. I was Hera. I am Hera. I am the goddess of motherhood. I am the goddess of women. I am the Queen of Gods. I was not to be discouraged. Mothers are capable of doing anything. I am the ultimate mother.

I knew what to do. I formed a way out for myself. I hid from my godly family for many months while I was with child. My precious and only half-blood daughter was born on December 20th. One day before the winter solstice. It seemed like even the baby knew she was going to need to buckle down with the plan. She does take from her mother on excellent timing.

Hours after her birth, I found her father on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. He was alone and the only other beings present were none other than cows. Could destiny be more in place?

I presented myself as the queen of the gods, Hera, and also the woman he'd encountered in New York several months ago. I instructed him to raise our daughter to know she was reserved for greatness in life and to live up to her name.

"And my last wish is that you never return to this farm until one week before her thirteenth birthday. Mind you, that will be the day when you say goodbye and I take her back."

I kissed a farewell to the dumbfounded farmer father and my lovely child. It was quite an awkward, quick, yet significant reunion with the man that would care for her.

Fate had assigned Nelson and I together for a reason. Fate would fly on the wings of Hope for her. Fate had a challenge and a route. Fate had a piece for the big picture that I couldn't see yet. Fate had a plan for me and my little heroine, Andrea Ava Kenneth.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians series or the rights to the idea of Camp Half Blood heroes.