Prologue

For those of you that can hear my voice, heed my words. The world is changing at a pace that not even the Protogenoi—the Primordials—can manage. But if you are listening, that means we still have a chance. A chance to correct all the wrongs that have been done. If you are curious about who I am, then know this—I am one of few who can challenge whatever threatens us all.

I am known by many names, the Carpathian Seer, the old man of the Sea, and most importantly, the God of the Sea. Very few mortals know of me, but even fewer have had the pleasure to have met me. My name is Proteus, and I am the son of Poseidon.

My aunt Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, disappeared over a decade ago. After her, it was Demeter, then the Queen of Olympos, Hera. Haides and my father, Poseidon, set out in search of them. They found nothing, and eventually disappeared themselves.

Years had passed since their disappearance, and none took it seriously, not even I. A mistake that would cost us all. When I finally decided to act, the world had already been changing. Time was not on our side, but I learned and grew. But the question remained, was it all too late?

You mortals and gods that hear my voice, learn my story.

The story of the Heir Apparent.