OLIVERS POV
I threw rocks into the ocean.
A voice cleared its throat.
"That Second child in my daughters stomach, is to be a legend." He said.
"Poseidon, you need something?" I turned around angrily.
:"I cant tell you what Apollo told me but that child, that little boy, in Mia's stomach is going to be very high with the Olympians." He said.
"I've had enough with the gods. They don't know about the rebellion yet do they? They are going to fail." I spat.
"No. You are going to fail if you don't get yourself together."
"Im fire! im wild! what do you expect! Why are you here anyway?! " I kicked the sand.
He grinded his teeth. I stared at him madly. I hated the gods. they don't like us demigods or descendants. He left Mia behind.
"Because your little boy, is going to die."