Today was your thirteenth birthday, which wouldn't be troublesome at all if it didn't mean your father showing up today. Was it bad to say you really didn't want to see him?

You've heard the stories. Of Perseus Jackson, god of loyalty and patreon of demigods. The demigod hero of Olympus, turned god. But those were stories, of people who idolized him. Worshipped him even..

Your mother didn't speak much about him, but when she did, she'd have this far off look to her that just made you want to stop asking. So you did stop asking.

You'd be cordial when he came to visit. He was a god after all, and the gods demanded respect. He'd ask you how school's going and what's evently new in your life. But there was always a distance between the two of you.

So here you were, laying in bed, book in hand. Begging for the sun not to raise in the morning. Hating what was to come during the day.