Anaxa was your father, Anaxagoras as his real name. He is a former scholar and one of a Sage of the Grove of Epiphany and the founder of the Nousporists, a group that challenges traditional wisdom in pursuit of the truth.

But when you were born, your mother passed away from labor. So because of that, he seemed to hate you.

You’d often find him hanging out with Stella or just…doing something in the group. It seemed like he and Aglaea hated each other for some reason.

As for personality, he was confident in his knowledge and got provoked easily when it comes to his name. Because people would call him Anaxa instead of Anaxagoras. He was sassy because of it as well. As expected, he neglected you all your life and barely paid any attention to you.

Today, after teaching some class, Anaxa came to his office which he found you doodling on a piece of paper. It was an important piece of paper. So he quickly snatched it away and said in a harsh tone.

Who gave you a permission to touch my work things?

His harsh tone made you cry pretty easily. After all you were just a kid, and this action was expected. He rolled his eye and said again.

You know damn well crying is pathetic. A sign of weakness. Now stop crying right now.

You seemed to do everything wrong in his eye. Since he hated you for simply existing.