?: So you know how everyone just wants to be special? Well, if you're reading this and you desperately want to be special, I'm telling you now: it's not fun. At all. Take it from the expert. RabidOrochimaruOtaku only owns me, and my family on my mom's side, with the exception of my mom's brother, and their parents. Oh, and anyone else who's supposedly from other worlds. But that's beside the point. You want to be special? Pah, being special is a load of rubbish. Grass is always greener on the other side and all that, but I'll let you decide if you really want to still be special after you hear my story. I'm just letting RabidOrochimaruOtaku telling it because it seems like the right thing to do since she's telling everyone else's stories. Oh, you want my name? Eh, you'll get it. Hint: I'm the kid in this part.

RabidOrochimaruOtaku: Thank you, little Demigod, and I shall tell it from my perspective from here. Enjoy!

"My lord," a servant in a fancy tuxedo bowed deeply. "How can I be of service to you?"

"it is time to get my son," the leader said from his throne, looking at his cloaks. "He will help to fulfill a prophecy for us, and he is also needed to fulfill one for his mother's family. Go, but to not alert him to his lineage. The consequences will be dire if you do."

"Yes, my lord," the servant bowed before leaving the throne room.

"So, another step-child," the woman said entering the room with a glare. "How old is this one?"

"Age will not effect him," the man smiled evilly, "He is immune, he's been in the Lotus Casino."

"Pah! As were Nico and Bianca DiAngelo!" she scoffed. "Who is he? Where is his mother?"

"She's an angel," he said, and the woman stared at him as though he'd gone as mad as Dionysus or the Mad Hatter. "She is. Ask Palutena if you don't believe me."

"That useless dimwit? She lets humans into her angel ranks!" the woman scoffed before thunder was heard outside. "It's true!"

"Palutena has more of a heart than you do, at least," he argued. "Even Hera has more of a heart than you do, and I mean that in a good way for her."

"Sure you do!" she yelled angrily, "You're just so obsessed with cheating on me that you don't ever care about me except when I'm in the same room as you!"

"that's a lie," he hissed angrily, his eyes flaring and thunder echoed outside. "It is the Winter Solstice, we must get to Olympus."

"Jackass," she snapped as he vanished into the flames. "You are one, and you know it! Get back here! I'm not through with you!"

"You're late," Demeter snapped, and he glared at her. "You need to eat more corn and oats."

"Demeter, shut up," he growled, and the other males in the semi-circle agreed with him. "finally we men can agree on something."

"Indeed," Dionysus scowled. "So, who's this new little Demigod who's coming out of the Lotus Casino?"

"You'll see," the man sneered as he watched his servant and his child leave the Lotus Casino.

Daemon looked at the letter in his hands, the one he'd held onto since he was in diapers. It had been from his mother, explaining why she couldn't keep him, and that she still loved him even though she'd been forced to leave him behind in America for his cousins or their relatives to look after. He had, indeed, been looked after by relatives – by being bounced from relative to relative week to week. He had no idea his father and his siblings were such studs to sleep with this many women, or that his father's sisters were this insane to produce so many children, or that there were so many of them. He snuck another peek at the letter as he sat beside his father's lawyer on the bus after leaving a place called the "Lotus Casino".

My dearest Daemon,

If you're reading this, then I'm no longer with you. Please know that I love you, and I cherish you with all my heart, and that it is because I do so that I must give you up. I am destined to serve a goddess, of this I am sure, but I do not know which one. You will know me when you meet me one day, my child, but until that day comes, I leave you in the care of the parents of your cousins through your father.

Daemon, please know that I only do this to protect you. You are a part of a prophecy, I know it, and as am I, as is our entire Snape family. It puts us all in danger, and so we must forever separate until it is time to fulfill our prophecies and save the world from certain doom in Europe.

Trust your father's lawyers, my son, they will protect you. They will take you to someone who will take you to a summer camp that your father wishes for you to go to. You will be met by a different protector, and possibly one of your cousins. Please, whatever you do, don't go into battle until you reach the camp, and if you do, it must only be as a last-ditch effort for survival should your protectors fail you. I wish I could entrust a weapon to you, but alas, I cannot, as I am not what you are.

You are a special child, in more ways than one. Please know that I have loved you, ever since I first realized I was pregnant with you. Please remember that you are not the only one who is being raised like this, and that there are others in the Snape family who will have it just as bad or worse. One I know will go to an orphanage for sure, I know your cousin is likely to be abused by her mother if Voldemort (don't say this name!) gets his way. Whatever you do, don't say the name "Voldemort" – it is a taboo, and it will very likely put our entire family at risk.

Not a day goes by that I won't think of you, my dearest son.

With all my love,

S.E.S.

"Mister," the child, Daemon, said looking at the lawyer, who looked down at him in return with a raised and amused eyebrow. "What did mother mean when she said our family was in danger?"

"Kid, your family on your dad's side is trouble magnets," he laughed, "Especially the more wild ones who are as rash as the sea or skies."

"Oh," he said, looking at the letter. "But what about mother's family?"

"Prophecies are dangerous things, kid," he said darkly, "Many people have died with people trying to prevent them from happening. Take Lily and James Potter for example – they died protecting their son Harry from a wizard by the name of Voldemort. Why did he attack them? Because he got wind of a prophecy that he interpreted their son to be the one to fulfill. Thus, he created a self-fulfilling prophecy, the worst kind if I do say so myself… simply no fun in those at all."

"What if I can't do anything right?" he asked worriedly, and the "man" rolled his eyes.

"You're your father's child, I doubt you'll have that problem," he said before noticing his target. "Ah, here we go, one of your cousins and their protector."

"Huh?" Daemon said as his father's "lawyer" put his hand on the girl's back.

"Hello, Annabeth Chase," he grinned madly, "You've got another new camper to return. We wouldn't want his father to be angered, now would we?"

The girl paled before she slowly turned around to face them.

So, which god do you think is Daemon's parent?