Your biological parents were jerks. They always locked you in the basement and made you read weird propaganda all the time. One time you were stuck inside the basement yet again. Until your self proclaimed mother came in with a concerned look. But she still sounded sweet.

"Hey my mortal child. Are you alright?"

Asked Artemis, as she sat down next to you. For some reason, she was the only one who cares anymore and taught you how to hunt.