Zoe's pov

I was nine when my dad died I remember pinching myself everytime I remembered that he was dead to make sure it wasn't a dream. It was hard on me but at nine I knew my dad had shown me everything I needed to know. He taught me how to swim, how to make my mom stop yelling, and the most important thing he taught me was how to care for the ones I loved. It wasn't anything he said it was the way he acted. How he held my mom when she was sad or how he would be the first one there when I was hurt or in trouble. If me or my mom needed him he would drop everything to help. Nobody who knew my dad would ever do anything to me or my mom cause he would kill them.

When I was seven I asked why he was like that. He smiled and crouched down to look me right in the eyes and said it was his flaw. That he would sacrfice the world to save a friend and that he was glad he was like that. I remember that I just smiled at him and said I was glad too.

They told me he died saving someone else and when they said that I remebered that question I asked him. And I thought that saying sacrficing the world for a friend was a flaw was messed up. It wasn't a flaw it just made someone caring and loyal to their friends.

I even mentioned it to my mom and she laughed. She told me that my dad said the same thing when my grandma told him what his flaw was. Then she told me that in alot of ways I was like my dad.

My mom tried to be strong for me but I knew she cried at night and that she visited his grave alot. The only thing I really knew about there past was that they met when they were twelve and that they were children of the gods. I never had the courage to ask more and when my dad died I felt like asking about it would make my mom cry more. So I stuck to looking at pictures of them.

Eventually I was tired of my mom trying to be strong in front of me so I walked into her room while she was crying and staring at a picture of her and dad. I gave her a hug and she held on to me like I was the only thing left in her life.

Then I got up the courage to ask about how she and my dad met. She smiled at me and wiped her eyes.

"It's a long story you sure you want to hear it."

I was glad that she would actually tell me."Yeah."

"Well it all started when your dad nearly died fighting a monster."