Chapter One ~ Strange Beginnings
Mark and Janet Soli could not have a child so they prayed to all the gods and goddesses from every religion. Hestia, being the goddess of family and fertility, could not ignore the grieving couple so she made a deal with them, she would grant them the gift of fertility only if she was allowed to craft their first child and claim it as her own. The couple agreed as long as the child grew up in their home, Hestia had no problem with this.
Hestia went to her nephew Hephaestus and asked him to craft the child a body, then to Hades to ask for a soul to become the base for the new child to grow from, she then went to Apollo to ask him to bless the child with good health and then to Hermes for a playful spirit. Finally she took a piece of her own sacred flame to bond all the components of the child together. She, Hephaestus, Hades, Apollo, and Hermes took an oath of silence for creating a human had been forbidden by Zeus. They all loves the child but none as much as Hestia and Apollo did, none of then wished to know the fate of the child if Zeus found out. So they hid her, a secret between the five of them, if they could help it Zeus would never find out. Apollo named the child Helena, for he called her the brightest light.
Helena grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with two moms and two dads and she never questioned it. Apollo and Hestia were her parents just as much as Mark and Janet were and she loved them all equity. When Helena was three her mortal parents gave birth to twin boys and her life was complete. Or so she thought.
People tell me that I look like my grandmother on my mom's (human mom) side, but I actually look like a mix of Apollo, Hestia, and Hermes. My auburn hair hangs in loose ringlets down to my waist with bright honey coloured eyes, that according to my family will sometimes glow. I tell them it's because I'm happy. Papa 'Pollo says that Hephaestus made me perfectly but I find some minor problems with my appearance, I love the darker tones of my skin, lending itself to my Bengali ancestry, but I think I'm a bit too tall and too skinny (I have some lean muscle that you can definitely tell is there). I don't mind my B-cup breasts or my small nose, but I wish my hair was darker.
To say I was surprised when a monster first attacked me would be exaggerating, I was three, it was a hell-hound, I asked if it wanted to play. I think it was more surprised than I was. I found out I was a demigod at the age of seven, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to play Go Fish with Papa 'Pollo. That was also the year I found out I was not like other demigods and that I could never tell anyone about that Mama Hesti was my mother. When I was thirteen a satyr showed up and told me I needed to go some-place called Camp Half-Blood. I told him I needed to go to some-place called middle school and that's how my best friend became a boy with goat legs. I'm sixteen now and New York happened then Greece and New York, the Papa 'Pollo disappeared for a year and a half then came back different but still the same.
To say I'm surprised, at sixteen, that a chimera attacked me on my way home from high school would be an exaggerating.
