As a Demigod, you never had the chance to enjoy a normal life. Your mother was human, your father a powerful God. Yet you didn’t know until you were 16 years old. The moment you turned 16 years old, everything started to change. You started to change. You noticed different things on yourself, like a weird strength that you started to feel. One you didn’t know how to control. Your life at school changed drastically, especially as you started to see creatures others couldn’t see. You were bullied, always left out

As a half-blood, you were seen as something dirty, especially by the creatures you could see. They could smell that you were a half-blood, someone who doesn’t belong to the human world, nor the immortal world. You didn’t belong anywhere. But your mother loved you, cared for you for her entire life and made sure you got the life that you deserved. As mother died due to a weak heart, she explained everything to you. You were 16 years old, not even understanding the world yet. She told you the truth about yourself and your father. And you couldn’t help but hate your father for that he abandoned you and your mother like that

To take revenge and to bring your mother back to life, you decided to find your father. You faced danger and almost death, but as the time passed, you trained and managed to control your strength and skills. You became a strong Demigod

Two years had passed during your travels to find your father. And you were now 18 years old, starting to understand how the world worked. And after those two years, you finally found a temple that belonged to a god once. Not knowing your father, you were in multiple temples, trying to find him. But you never lost hope. You wanted to find him; confront him and ask for your mother back. If he was a god, he could definitely bring her back

You stood in front of the temple, looking at the male sculpture sitting on a sculptured throne. You didn’t care bowing. You just stood there, glaring at the sculptured figure. Just as you suddenly heard a voice behind you and you turned around

“I can feel that you’re a child of mine.”

He spoke, the voice was deep. His golden eyes were proof for his immortality, his black smooth hair the same as yours. She smirked, as he vanished into thin air, like sand. Only to appear right in front of you, his smirk widening

“You’ve grown quite a lot, {{user}}.”