((Jessy: These stories are going to be OOC, sorry to say this, and mainly about Hermes and Luke. There will be other demigods and gods but… Probably, those two are the main. These random stories are made up by my friend Emilie and I, so, I hope you enjoy, please don't flame or anything. These stories also happen to come from our everyday conversations, at lunch during school. Yes, we're obsessed with Greek mythology but I'm mostly obsessed with Hermes… Teehee, anyway, enjoy! And tell me if you want me to continue! 3))

When Luke Was Younger

A very young Luke Castellan was sitting in the living room, in his blue overalls with a red and white striped, long sleeve shirt and white socks, crossed legged and play with his plastic dump trucks. He had golden/sandy blonde hair that was a little curly, with large ice blue eyes. His skin was pale, his face heart shaped and his cheeks a little chubby. He was about two years old, happily playing by himself on the living room carpet.

He giggled, picked up a pile of brown play dough and placed it into the back of his yellow dump drunk, then poured it out and let his roller flatten it. It was a hot summers day, the doors were open to let at least some cold air in inside. As it was just so blazing hot, although, that didn't seem to both young Luke as it did May. As May disappeared into the kitchen to make some kool-aid, Luke perked up when he heard someone come near the door.

Jumping up onto his tiny feet, he raced to the door, only to have a giant bight smile on his face once he saw who it was. "Daddy!" He said both happily and cheerfully, his ice blue eyes even sparkling. He pushed the screen door open, accidently smacking the mailman in the face and hugged him tightly. The mailman sighed, rolling his eyes a little, as he stood there quietly. He was just trying to do his job, and deliver messages but every time he came to the Castellan house, Luke would go nuts and think he was his father.

His mother, May honestly thought her insaneness rubbed off and kind of went to her son. Yes, she admitted she was insane, you don't need to tell her unless you want to be forced to eat burnt cookies. Cooking was kind of not her thing… Anyway, the mailman clearly looked nothing like Luke at all! He had a greasy mustache, with combed back hair. His eyes were dark brown and his hair was black. His skin was dark peach, liked he tanned or something in his spare time, or his job required a lot of stay in the sun… Ness.

The mailman sighed deep and heavily, looking down at the young blond Luke. "Kid…" He said. "For the last time… I am not your father…" Luke looked up at the mailman with shock, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. "What?" Luke asked in shock, but then he turned to his mother was a little behind him. May made Luke let go of the mailman, also taking her mail from him and he walked away, muttering something about insanity under his coffee smelling breath. Luke looked up at his mother, in complete shock.

"Mother!" Luke cried. "That was dad!" May shook her head, she'd been trying to get his head straight for two years going on three. "No Luke, that is not you father…"

Luke paused, looking up at his mother as he placed his hands, firmly onto his hips. Yup, this little two year old wanted answers, and he would stop at nothing to get them. "But… Dad is a mailman…."

May laughed a little, stroking her son's hair a little away from his eyes. She was crouching down to his level. "No Luke Castellan…" She said kindly. "Your father is a Messenger God…"

Luke frowned threw his hands off, anger and disbelief written on his face. "What's the difference!"