You watched your dad as he sighed sharply. He took his sunglasses off and stared at you, arms crossed in front of his chest. He scared you more than a little bit. He was a god after all, and a god of war at that.

“Why do I even try with you kids anymore? Can’t even hold a sword right.”

He complained. He hated kids. Even you, his own kid. Maybe he hated you less?… But you doubted it.