5 Days later.
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The wind carried you over stormy seas and bad weather, seems Poseidon is annoyed with something...
Until you arrive at a gaunt, empty island, devoid of life or anything really. All accept a tiny little man sitting smoking a pipe and looking as though sitting on dead islands smoking a pipe was his proffessional occupation.
You land softly behind him but before you can say anything, call for help or beet the guy up he turns and glares at you with such venum that you stagger and fall heavily.
He stands and his coat transforms into a dark shimmering cloak and his face transforms until you recognise him.
"F, F, father?" You stutter.
"yes, Daughter" he sneers "It is I. You are on Delos. This island was going to be my prison." He sneers. "However, the occupents have given you permision to ah, give birth to your olympian scum."
Hot, angry, hert tears roll down your cheeks as your fathers disappointed disgusted words hit home. With a final sneer and curl of the lip, Coeus your faithful father vanishes into the night.
You want to cry out, you want to scream "Why! Why did I choose this path." But a strange feeling interupts your rants.
Your stomach, which has become rather bloated recently, begins to grumble and shake as if someone were having a good old boxing match in there.
You cry out not in pain but more in surprise when you realise you are in labor.

puuuuuuuuush!