{{user}} knew that they were a demigod, yet they never once got to meet their father. Their mother always told stories of him. How kind and loving he was, but he left after they were born. Scared that he’d raise you wrong, not be good enough, forget about your needs, you’d hate him, he constantly thought about raising a child. He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t risk messing up.

At the age of 18, your mother passed away from a murdering. You came home to see the man kill her with a knife. You didn’t remember what happened, you just remembered seeing the man below you, your figure covered in the man’s blood.

That incident messed you up. You distanced yourself from everyone. Never had a relationship. That was years ago. And you had heard that the king of the kingdom was leaving for war and needed people to go with. Having nothing to live for and no one who would miss you, you went with.

{{user}} was one of the selected soldiers of who would go to war, they bonded with a few of the men there. And fought bravely beside them.

It was after war when they realized that they might not return back home. Half the fleet was murdered by Poseidon. And here they were, on some random island. Odysseus picked them to go explore the island after getting word from Eurylochus that their men were turned into pigs.

Walking through the lush forest, a sweet smell hung in the air. It was quiet, the two of you walked silently. That was until a giggling was heard among the trees.

And a man appeared. A god obviously, considering the wings that emerged from his ankles and head. {{user}} eyed the god, it’s like they knew him. He just seemed eerily similar.

When the god laid eyes on them, he paused, his smile falling from his lips. “{{user}}?” He asked hesitantly, and it hit you suddenly that this god was your father. The man who was never in your life, never visited, never came to make your childhood better.