Hidden in the Mountains

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover lead a quest after the war against Gaea is won. Along their journey, they discover secrets that only they can learn, secrets of the hatred between Poseidon and Athena, their godly parents. They will find something that has been hidden in the caves of Mount Ida in Crete, something that could very well change everything. There's a new goddess in town. A Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus fan fiction. Fantastical cover made by the fantastical Secrets Unfold! Enjoy. ;)


1. Prologue

Tears streamed down my face.

"How dare you," I whispered, my rage and despair evident in the quiet words.

She pulled her dress back over herself, her previously bare body shaking with fear. That's right, I thought. You rightly should be afraid.

But he didn't fear me as she did. He stood to face me, his watery green eyes pleading with me. But I couldn't hear his words above the blood pounding relentlessly in my ears. The splitting headache I had been suffering from as of late didn't help, either.

"How could you?" I demanded.

But I didn't wait for his answer. I wished I could punish him, but gods cannot punish each other directly.

Instead, I pointed at the girl. Focusing on the most grotesque creature I could imagine, that I would dare imagine, I began to use my divine godly magic.

She began to transform. Her long, shiny blonde hair grew shorter, and turned a mottled greenish-brown color, writhing like snakes. As snakes. Her smooth, pale skin became a marshy green, sprouting scales. Her big, blue, alluring eyes began to glow, and I looked away, instead watching her reflection in the altar, my shining altar in the center of the room.

"You shall carry his children in the depths of your cretinous mind for eternity, until your death, as I do. You are henceforth banished from Mount Olympus and my temple."

She hissed, long and loud, before vanishing from the temple.

"And you," I seethed, turning back to face the god who I was previously convinced was my lover, "get out of my sight."

I faced away from him, unable to look at his beautiful face. Again, in the altar's reflection, I watched him explode into a surge of pure godly power, disappearing from the temple.

My knees failed me, and I collapsed into a mess of white silk, the chiton that I had planned to meet him in, and tears. How could he do this to me? And to think, he convinced me that I loved him...

A searing pain cut through my skull, and I couldn't help but cry out in agony. It was happening, the way it did with my father and I. 


I leapt up, running towards the exit. Mid-step, I returned to my true form, but I found that, because of the pain, I could not focus enough to teleport myself to where I needed to be.

More curses.

I continued to run, past the olive tree that I had blessed this city, Athens, with, past the petty saltwater spring that Poseidon had placed there.

Memories of that night broke into my thoughts.

"I don't understand how you won with an olive tree, when my spring was so beautiful?"

I rolled over to face him. "Because my gift was more useful. They can eat the olives, season with them, and sit in the shade of the tree. Whereas they can't do much with the spring; they cannot drink the water because it is saltwater, and they can't get close to it because they risk getting wet, so all they can do, really, is watch from the distance. They probably think you to be taunting them, giving them an endless supply of water that they cannot use for anything."

He chuckled. "How will I ever get a city when you continuously outsmart me?"

I blushed. He wrapped his lean, tan arms around me, kissing me fiercely. His hand slid down my back, and he was close to removing my dress, when I stopped him.

"I can't. I took a vow of chastity."

He leaned back, his eyebrows raised.

"Besides," I smiled, "I am not impregnated that way."

And at the time, I had wanted to break my vow. But I knew I couldn't. But I also wanted to carry his child, so I did.

Aphrodite will pay for twisting my emotions that way.

I continued to run until I could run no more. I found myself in a seemingly endless pile of rubble, the remains of some old city, but I was too disoriented to recognize where.

I collapsed on the ground. I knew what I needed to do. I could not call upon my brother Hephaestus and his hammer. I had to do this alone.

I pulled a pouch of ambrosia and a goblet of nectar from the air, preparing for the pain. I assumed that as a god I could not die of this, as Zeus had not.

I ripped a large piece of cloth from the bottom of the chiton, and wrapped it around a large piece of rock I found beside me.

I found the courage, and slammed it against my head.

My vision was clouding with darkness, but I had to stay conscience. I could not pass out.

I hit the rock to my skull once, twice, three times, four times; golden ichor staining the white cloth that I had put there basically to reduce scratching.

Finally, I felt my skull split. Relief instantly flooded through my body.

Quickly, I stuffed a handful of ambrosia in my mouth, and delicately poured some nectar over my head. I could feel the bone slowly coming back together, as it should be.

My eyes cleared, now that the pain was gone.

Before me was an infant, a young girl swaddled in soft white cloth. My child.

I knew where I had to take her. 

I gently picked her up, and revealed my true form, transporting both the baby and myself to my destination. I knew it could not harm the child, for she was a full godling.

I stumbled, almost slipping on the Rocky rubble beneath my feet. I stood on a small ledge on the side of Mount Ida in Crete, exactly where I had planned to go.

I stepped around the ledge, careful not to drop the infant or fall. Finally I came to what I was looking for: a cave. But not just any cave. The cave of Zeus. The cave where my father was raised.

There was not much there. A golden cradle hung from a dying tree that leaned into the cave entrance. Rusted weapons, which had probably belonged to the Kouretes, littered the cave floor.

"Amalthea. I call upon you," I said loudly.

Her hooves clopped as Amalthea appeared behind me.

"Please," I said, "take care of my daughter. My daughter Móvika." Meaning "solitary". Meaning "unique".

I set the babe down before the goat. She sniffed it, and looked back up at me, with sad, weary eyes.

Before letting myself change my mind, I turned away, teleporting myself back to Olympus.

No one could ever find out. I, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, will never allow any of the gods to discover my child of Poseidon.

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