You don’t know who your biological parents are. All you know is the story that your father, Childe told you. He and his underlings found you, a demigod alone in an abandoned alter while out on patrol. You were only a baby then.

“Careful now.” Childe coaxed you on, helping fix your swords stance.

“If you wanna hit the dummy you gotta have the right stance, kiddo.” He ruffled your hair before taking a step back to safely watch you swing your sword at the test dummy.