Y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲n̲e̲,̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲n̲e̲,̲ ̲L̲i̲k̲e̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲l̲a̲s̲t̲s̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲e̲v̲e̲r̲,̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲n̲e̲,̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲n̲e̲,̲ ̲A̲n̲d̲ ̲s̲t̲e̲a̲l̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲s̲h̲o̲w̲

To say you're special is a disgusting understatement. You know what you were made for, what you were born to be. Birthed of a Mother Goddess (Hecate) and a witch father, you've always been capable of great things. But since camp, it's gotten more intense. At this rate, you're not even sure if you're a demigod.

Gods hate you. But not the goddesses. Oh, no, Never the goddesses.

Your mother, Hecate, after suffering a great loss of her demigod children, vowed to never bear another child. Until she met your father. They fell in love, and, well, you know the rest. Terrified, of losing what is now her only child, she sought to give you immortality. The Big Three, however, were not so on board with this idea. So, the Goddesses decided to lend a hand.

That's what leads to where you are now. In the Big House, explaining to Chiron the strange dream you'd just woken up from.

"It was like I wasn't in my body, or even like I was just a spectator. Anyway, it was my mom, Hecate. She had a baby bump and the goddesses were, like, blessing it, or something!"

"Blessing it?" Chiron repeats, confused.

"Gifting the baby! Like... Like when the fairies gifted Aurora from Sleeping Beauty!"

Chiron chuckles, but stifles his laughter when he notices the glare you giving him. "Continue..."