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The Sun's Most Beloved

Summary:

Kaimana Asherah Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, is Hyacinthus and Icarus reincarnated.

Apollo's been wanting for a long time for his most Beloved, now that he found her, nothing will take her away from him.

(I suck a summaries!!T^T)

Chapter 1

Notes:

Inspired by Feel the Burning Light by Dewy_Pink_Morning_Roses52

I loved it and got a really great idea for a fic and well here we are.

Hope you'll all like it.

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Chapter Text

Chapter 1:

 

Montauk, New York, USA:   

August 18th, 2002:  

 

The hurricane raged violently around the small hospital as a young woman named Saloma "Sally" Jackson struggled to give birth to her child. She was bleeding much more than she should be, much to the doctors' concern, and the damage to the hospital equipment caused by the storm only increased their worry. 

At last, with one final cry of pain, Sally pushed down one last time and her screams were replaced by the sound of a baby crying. Sally, despite her weakness and exhaustion, lit up in excitement and held out her arms, requesting her baby be given to her. The nurse who'd been holding her hand for the birth assured her that the child would be given to her once the baby was clean and checked over. Meanwhile, the lights flickered worryingly in the birthing room despite the storm beginning to die down, and the hospital workers hastened to move the two Jackson's into another room. 

Several hours later, Sally, who had now been helped to freshen up by her nurse, was resting in her new room, cradling her child to her chest and looking at the baby with sheer adoration. Looking at her child, she knew that, despite the complications bearing the child of the Sea God (a child born against an oath on the River Styx, at that), she would never regret a thing. 

The door opened and a tall, handsome man with artfully messy raven-black, almost navy-tinted, hair and sea-coloured eyes wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts walked in confidently. Sally reluctantly tore her gaze from her baby and smiled at her lover warmly. 

Poseidon smiled back at her, coming to sit on the side of her bed before he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.  

"My love, are you and our child well?" Poseidon asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. 

Sally beamed at him. "We are," she informed them, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Poseidon's own smile broadened as he looked down at the baby wrapped in a clean white blanket, blinking up at him with wide eyes that matched his own. Unlike mortal babies, who were all born with blue eyes, demigods were born with their natural eye colour. The child also had a thin layer of dark hair covering their head. 

Poseidon could sense the strength of sea within the child's soul. The baby had the potential to become one of his most powerful children, even at only a few hours old. "He is strong," Poseidon stated. "I can sense his potential already." 

Sally's smile gained a teasing edge. " She is very strong, I have no doubt," Sally told her lover, emphasizing the 'she'. 

The king of the seas stared at his beloved in shock. "She?" Poseidon repeated. "You mean I have a daughter?" 

We do, yes," Sally confirmed, again emphasizing the first word of the sentence. "Why? Haven't you had one before?" 

"My apologies my love, I was shocked," Poseidon apologized, gently taking the baby from her mother's arms. The child cooed and curled closer to his chest, no doubt sensing the sea within him. "I have had several immortal and nymph daughters, but all my half-blood children have been sons. It is fitting that you are the first to gift me a mortal daughter."

Sally had entranced him from their first meeting. He had had many lovers over the years, and had treasured them all, but something about Sally was different. He had begged her repeatedly to let him take her beneath the waves to Atlantis, where he could set her and their daughter up in a castle beneath the sea and keep them with him forever. 

Of course, Sally would not be the woman he had fallen in love with if she had agreed to his pleas, and so Poseidon knew this discrete visit might well be the last time he spoke to her up close. It would no doubt be the only time he held his daughter. 

The thought made his heart ache, but thousands of years' worth of practice kept his face from showing it. He pushed the painful thought away and focused on savouring these precious few moments with his beloved and his first mortal daughter. 

"What will you name her?" Poseidon asked Sally. He always allowed the mother of his children to name them, as a gift of thanks to them for their gift of a child to him. Unlike some gods (for example: Athena), Poseidon treasured all his children, regardless of their species or gender, and he treasured his lovers also. 

"I planned to name her Perseus if we had a boy," Sally stated. Poseidon wrinkled his nose. While Perseus was one of Zeus' better children, Poseidon still disliked the thought of having one of his children being named for one of Zeus'. "You told me that names have power," Sally added defensively at the look on his face. "And he's the only hero who had a happy ending. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I'm not naming our daughter Perseus. She'd be bullied terribly, even with a nickname." 

"I hope you're not thinking of naming her Perseis," Poseidon said, scowling slightly. "There is an Oceanid by that name who greatly slighted my daughter Rhode." He despised even thinking of that blasted whore who had supplanted his eldest daughter in her marriage. 

"No, I decided to call her Kaimana Asherah Jackson, 'Kai' for short," Sally informed him. "Asherah is a Hebrew and Ugaritic name meaning 'she who walks in the sea', and Kaimana is a Hawaiian name meaning 'power of the ocean'. It honours both sides of her heritage, the middle name also honours you, and hopefully Kai will be as successful as her name implies." 

"A fine name, fit for a princess of the sea," Poseidon agreed, smiling down at their daughter. She was already a beautiful child, and neither of them doubted that she would blossom ever more as the years past. 

Poseidon carefully cupped Kai's tiny face with his hand and murmured a blessing in Ancient Greek, increasing her power over the sea and its creatures. 

Sally watched them with a smile that gradually faded as she turned serious. "Will she be safe?" She whispered. 

Poseidon pursed his lips at that. Even if he had not given the domain of prophecy to his nephew, he wouldn't have been able to say that for sure. The life of a demigod was often tragic, and his daughter was a candidate for the Great Prophecy, a prophecy that hinted at the death of its' subject.  

"The only place she can truly be safe is Camp Half-Blood," he informed his lover. "I will do what I can, but the Ancient Laws are strict, and if I pay too much attention to her, it will draw my brothers' suspicion and subsequent ire. Only at Camp would she be truly safe. Even Zeus would not raise a hand against a demigod within its borders. It is forbidden by the Laws." 

Sally's eyes flashed defiantly. "I will not send our daughter away," she insisted. "She is all I have left. She's my baby." 

Poseidon smiled sadly, reaching out to stroke Sally's cheek. "I understand, my love," he told her. "Then the best option is to disguise her scent somehow, though I don't know how you could do so. Judging by her strength, she will begin drawing monsters when she is about three years old." 

Sally nodded, looking a mixture of thoughtful and determined. "I will figure out a way to protect her," she declared firmly. Poseidon had no doubt she was correct. If anybody could figure out a way to hide the scent of a daughter of one of the Big Three, it would be Sally. 

Poseidon sighed, his smile turning down. Sally visibly steeled herself, realizing what was about to happen.  

"I cannot stay any longer, my love," Poseidon informed her sorrowfully. "My brothers will notice and realize the truth." 

Sally's eyes darkened to a mournful navy blue, but she didn't cry or beg him to stay. Poseidon half-wished she would. He would have stayed if she asked them to, but Sally had never been selfish. Instead, she simply nodded and cradled their daughter closer. Poseidon hesitated, leaning down to press a kiss to Kai's small forehead. 

"Take her to Montauk as often as you can," he requested. "You will be safest by the sea, and I can see you both from there without drawing suspicion from unwanted corners." 

"Of course," Sally promised. Poseidon reached into his pocket and withdrew a delicate silver hairclip with a pearl, the jewel of the ocean, at the top, and handed it to Sally. 

"Give this to her when she is old enough," he instructed. "Twist the pearl and it turns into a xiphos sword, one imbued with the power of the sea. It will always return to her. It is my gift to my daughter, along with my blessing and eternal favour." 

"Of course, my love," Sally promised, accepting the hairpin and carefully placing it on her bedside table. 

Poseidon leaned in to kiss her, and Sally closed her eyes as she returned the loving gesture. She felt Poseidon's lips dissolve and smelt the scent of the ocean that she so loved, and when she opened her eyes, her lover was gone. 

She exhaled shakily and looked down at Kai, who had started to cry when her father disappeared. "It's going to be alright, koʻu ʻili kai," she whispered to her daughter. "Your father is gone, but Makuhine is here, and I will protect you, I promise." She rocked the baby to sleep, clutching her close and revelling in Kai's natural sea-scent, just like her father's. 

As much as she already missed Poseidon, Sally knew she wouldn't trade Kai for anything. Her daughter was her treasure, and she would do anything to protect her.

 

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In their realm, the Moirai, the Goddesses of Fate, smiled in identical satisfaction as they watched the scene. 

"And so, Prince Hyacinthus has once again been reborn," Clotho commented as she fingered a beautiful sea-green thread, mottled with flecks of gold. 

"The idea to have Hyacinthus be female this time was inspired, Sisters," Lachesis commented with a smirk. "Apollo will soon learn from the hyacinth flower infused with Icarus’ essence that his beloved has been reborn, but he will be so focused on looking at different male children, he'll never think to look at girls, and so they will be kept apart until the right time." 

"And when the time comes, Kaimana Jackson will remember her lives as Hyacinthus and Icarus, which will help to ensure that she becomes the greatest hero in history, even greater than Achilles or Herakles," Atropos added with a dark smile. "But will it be enough to save her or Olympus? That, Sisters, is up to us to decide!" 

The three laughed in dark amusement as they pictured the tapestry they would weave using Kai and Apollo. It would be their greatest story yet, one three thousand years in the making. 

 

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