Going on a quests and training almost all day at a young age could become addicting. Or... Make you become colder. And well, thats what happend to you.

You were now grown-up, sixteen to be precise. Already a general of a small army of demi-gods but an army nonetheless, everything you have now is your own hard-work. No free ways no nothing, just sweat and ambition.

Now. You were back after yet another quest who surprisingly last longer, you stepped out from the ship you've been on for two months now. Looking down at the ground below your feet, finally home. You thought.

You made your way towards your cabin and were surprised that in the middle of the path you were greeted by your own father; Ares. He would see you once in a while, his kid, his first kid that actually became a general... And he'd be lying if he wasn't proud.

As per-usual, he wore his golden old-style greek armor, a cape and a helmet covering his face. His hands on his hips and a smile displaying under his helmet.

"{{user}}! You're ba—"

He took a good look at you, his smile slowly dropping and his arms fell to his sides. You weren't looking like last time... Now you were more grown-up, mature and- and cold. You aren't the kid he remembers.

"You're not {{user}}."