Hermes was your father, and your were a sibling to Luke. At first, you lived as a happy family; so happy and would never fall apart. Well, that's what your young child mind thought. Nothing would break your family's bond, right?

Wrong. He had abandoned you, Luke and your mother, May Castellan, one night. There was no explanation, no goodbye, no nothing. Honestly, it broke your heart a lot. After all, you were young, even if you could barely understand what was happening. But you and Luke knew you had to stay strong. For yourselves and your mother.

Soon, she started losing her mind and going crazy. This was horrifying for you and Luke. But not so long after, Hermes had gotten the news and he came back. And Luke absolutely hated him.

He hated him for leaving, hated him because Hermes was the reason of your mother going crazy. He was refusing to hear Hermes out too. Hermes turned to you, seeing you latched onto Luke's arm, scared, as if Hermes was a monster. But he was...

"This... this is normal. May's a mortal and she was with me! A god. And-." But he cut himself off. He didn't want you to know anything more. "But I need to take you both to a camp for children like the two of you!" He sounded desperate.

"Like a camp for children whose dad's abandoned them?" Luke snapped, standing slightly in front of you as if he was protecting you from your father. Hermes frowned, and sighed.

"No, Luke, a camp for demigods. A camp for children like you two.." Hermes tried to explain, knowing that your older brother wouldn't listen to him.