《Note: The chapters which contain this note have been pre - written and uploaded from my fanfiction.net account Mythology.Geek.Girl . They aren't my best but they get better. I'm not very good at updating stories but I update as much as possible. Enjoy!》

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Bright green eyes stared upon the scene in front of them. The owner was masked by shadows, hidden from view, merely a spectator watching the chaos play out in front of them. Nobody knew they were there but then again they never did, he was always there, yet he stayed silent hidden in the shadows fading into the background. Yes, he preferred it here watching events play out in front of him. Never getting involved seemed less; dangerous, difficult, call it what you will.

The owner of the eyes fought the need to sigh, his mother was having yet another child. Didn't she have enough? Didn't she love them? Of course he already knew that she didn't love him. What did she call him again? Ah yes a cursed child wasn't it? Not really something that boosts your self-esteem really. But he did have siblings, a twin even, she loved them didn't she?

He brought his attention back to the room, where the chaos became more controlled chaos if you could even say that. His siblings rushed around, sometimes bumping into each other but that was okay. He didn't need to reveal himself. Yet.

A scream pierced the air. It's starting he mused to himself. The room froze. Medics ran to the bed, people left, people came back with blankets. It was chaos but a good kind of chaos. Everybody knew what they were doing, what was going on. It was almost as if they had rehearsed this. Yet then again they were used to this with the amount of siblings he had. They may have well, rehearsed it. He continued to look ahead unblinking, unmoving.

More screams pierced the air, he continued to look ahead, just watching, waiting. Waiting for the deed to be completed. The minutes dragged onwards into hours, hours into a day. Still he stood there unmoving, unmoving and looking ahead, just waiting. Patience is key. Patience is not just a thing it's a skill. A skill many do not have. So he just continued watching, a spectator that's what he was, a spectator, always there, always watching. Still yet to be noticed.

Another wail rung through the air. Yet this one was different. This one was not of pain, no. This was a wail of which a baby gives off once it's born. The figure let a small, ghost of a smile creep onto his face. It lives. He'd go and look at it now but he'd be caught. No he'd wait. He'd wait until they've left, until it was dark. And wait is what he did.

Silence filled the air. You could hear a pin drop. The figure finally moved, cloak swinging behind him, his feet made not a sound. He made his way into the room. His mother layed lifelessly in her bed still exhausted from the day's events. He travelled over to the cot in the corner of the room. In it there layed a baby. Sleeping peacefully. Something he hasn't done for a while. It stirred. Eyes flickered open until golden eyes were peering back into his own green ones. "Golden eyes, for a golden boy," he scoffed it was obvious that this baby would be his mother's favourite. He continued, "you're destined for big things little one. Some good some bad whether you like it or not. That's fate little one. It's not something in which you have a say in. For better or for worse things happen for a reason." His whisper was barley audio able but was loud enough for the baby to hear. It cocked its head slightly before falling back into a peaceful slumber.

A noise alerted him of someone else's presents. He whirled around only to be met by a nearly identical face to his. They had the same facial features, body structure and all but where he had black hair with silver streaks, they had silver hair with black streaks. His own eyes heavily contrasted the man's own silver eyes. They both stood there until he recovered first. "Iapetus, brother it's been awhile," the man - Iapetus- went to speak but was cut off when the figure raised his hand and continued, "Iapetus, you and I both know I shouldn't be here. So if you ever cared about as a brother, as your twin you will not tell the others of this encounter." Iapetus nodded as the figure flicked up the hood of his cloak and vanished into the shadows.

Iapetus nodded once again before whispering into the darkness, "We miss you more than you know. I miss you Perseus."