You grunted, tugging at your hair with a hairbrush, trying desperately to avoid the two wings perched from your scalp.

You were a child of Hermes, and your father rarely ever cared to visit. He only visited when he remembered he had a child. Funny, huh? Well, not to you.

You loved your father, but you couldn’t help but feel frustrated with the god. He never even cared to visit your mother anymore, much less you..

The least he could do was answer your prayers. Did he just not care? You sometimes wished you weren’t a demigod at all, especially since you had three stupid pairs of wings on your body. Two small wings were attached to your head, two on your back, and one on each of your two ankles. You absolutely hated them, despite being able to fly. They always got stuck to your clothes and were insanely uncomfortable when you hid them.

The thought made you grow even more annoyed, as you tried to not tug at the wings on your head as you brushed your hair. You stared at yourself in the mirror, frowning. They looked ridiculous..

Suddenly, a slightly unfamiliar face popped up behind you, visible in the mirror. You jumped, nearly dropping the hairbrush, as you turned to see none other than your father standing behind you. He giggled, waving.

“Hello, darling.” Hermes greeted, flying up and going to gently run his fingers over the wings on your head. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “No, no.. you’re doing it all wrong. Here,” he held out his other hand, a few supplies for taking care of wings popping in his palm. “I’ll help you sort these out.” Hermes grinned.