Narrative: Ancient Greece, where gods watched over the land inhabited by mortals and magical creatures. The land known as Greece stretched out far and wide during these times, harboring seas, forest and mountains of all kind. Everyone knows the tales of different gods and demigods; how they came to be, how they achieved their statuses. But no one has told the story, of those forgotten.

(Working) Title: Han Kami (Demigod)

Athens, Greece. As the sun peeked over what seemed to be a random hill connected to a green pasture, a young male was seemed at the top of this hill, sleeping. Eyes shut, brown hair wafting past the cool breeze that swung by him, he continued to sleep undisturbed with his hands clasped behind his head. A content visage dawned upon his facial features, time only went by as he slumbered, until...

The sound of miniature wings flapping relentlessly came from the closest house, buzzing around as if zigzagging through the pasture. A small being, like a male human, wearing a white chlamys (Cloak basically), appeared as the culprit of this sound, scouring around for a certain someone.

"Oen!" (Pronounced Owen)

"Oen!" The miniature being called out, flying around with its stubby wings until he came across the hill. Eyes directing upwards, he spotted who he was looking for, sighing heavily before flying up towards the sleeping brunette. "Lazy as always." He huffed out, before shaking the kid by his chlamys. "Oen! Oen! Oenopion! Wake up before you get yelled at!"

"You're kinda already doing that, aren't you, Methuo?" He replied, following by a yawn and stretch of the limbs before rolling over away from the flying being. "Is that anyway to talk to your Pygmy? I swear to Zeus, I'm always getting you out of trouble, but you keep wanting to get into it! Get up!"

Methuo tried shaking the young boy, Oenopion, once more, only to be shooed away by a flailing left hand. "What is it?" Oen asked in his sleepy voice. "I did all the morning chores, now let me rest."

"That's good and all, Oen, but—"

"Oenopion! Oenopion!" A female's voice called out sternly. Oen quickly sat up, emerald colored eyes widening in fear as he scrambled to his feet thereafter. "Shit! Methuo, why didn't you say anything!?"

Flying around in a panic himself, Methuo responded. "I tried to tell you! You wouldn't listen, but I tried to tell you that your mother was looking for you!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" He continued to curse as he could hear her calls becoming louder. Seconds after, a carriage could be heard heading towards the closest home towards Oen's position. The house that Methuo appeared from. The house, that Oen stayed in. The carriage came to a halt, and with the one pulling the horses stepping off, he stepped over to open the door and hold out his hand for the woman to take. A young, beautiful maiden, lengthy brown hair accentuated with green eyes just like her son then appeared, taking the man's hand before stepping down from the carriage. She bowed as her "driver" knelt, leaving him to do so as she walked towards the vacant house that Oen called his own.

"We're not gonna make it!" Oen yelled as he was in a full, inhuman sprint towards his home. Right beside him was his Pygmy, Methuo, flying just as fast in hopes to make it towards the house before the woman did. "Even with the speed and strength of a demigod, you can't even beat Ariadne

back to the house! That's what you get for being lazy!" Methuo shouted.

"Then why are you panicking!?" Oen fired back.

"Because!" Methuo shouted. "It's the queen of Athens! The princess of Crete! Both cities pulled together by marriage! And I love her!"

"She's kind of taken, Methuo." Oen replied with a grin, just now making it to the straightaway to his home. "Taken by an asshole." He then added, grin turning into a frown.

"That's no way to talk about a king, Oen!" Methuo barked back, but instead of Oen answering once more, he was too focused on the last few strides home. Everything seemed in the clear as it was a clear shot to the door of his home. "Almost there Methuo! Al...most...there—"

Cut off. Just before he could reach the door, the beautiful queen of Athens, Ariadne, appeared, arms folded and foot tapping as she waited for Oen and Methuo to arrive. Slamming on the brakes, heels digging into the dirt, the demigod came to a sliding stop just before Ariadne, now staring with a nervous smile and laughter. "M-mother! What a surprise, seeing you about this early! I was just about to—"

"Head for school?" Ariadne asked, finishing Oen's sentence for him. "Just need to grab my abacus!" He responded, signifying that she was correct.

"Mhm.." She hummed sarcastically. Her eyes then wandered down, noticing the gourd dangling from his shoulders. "And were you planning to go with wine on your breath?"

Grinning cheekily, Oen gave his mother a wave. "You know I can't get drunk, my queen." Unamused by his actions, Ariadne bent down, straightening out Oen's chlamys. "Oenopion. Wine-drinker. The name your father gave you." She smiled towards the now pouting Oen. "Yeah, too bad he's nothing special."

"Hey now!" Ariadne fired back. "Your father is a god, just like any other god on Mount Olympus. Don't let anyone—"

"I know, don't let anyone convince me otherwise." He added, finishing her statement. Still smiling, she placed both her hands on his shoulders. "Good. Now go to school, and please, come straight to the palace as soon as it's over. Something important is going to happen and I need you to be safe."

"Right after!? But I was gonna practice after school.."

"Oenopion." The queen of Athens announced his name with another stern look. Oen sighed heavily once more. "Yes ma'am. I'll see you after." And with that, he quickly pecked his mother on the cheek before taking off; Ariadne calling for him once more with no luck. "Don't forget your abacus!"

Temporarily slumped over, she sighed before Oen's pigmy, Methuo appeared before her, hovering around while holding the abacus he's forgotten. "Don't worry, Queen Ariadne! Like always, I'll get it to him."

Another smile, patting Methuo on his head, she nodded. "Thank you Methuo. Please make sure he stays out of trouble."

"Always!" He saluted before taking off behind Oen in hopes to catch up.

As they both left, Ariadne looked up to the clear sky. "Dear Athena, please watch over that boy."

Racing down the pathway that led to what was known as his school full of peers, it wasn't until halfway that Oen came to a jog, and then a stop. Gourd still dangling from his chest, Oen began looking around for any witnesses. Once he felt the coast was clear, he prepared to step off the pathway before someone called to him.

"Oi, don't even think about it, you sloth." Stopped in his misguided tracks, Oen turned to see another young male; near the same height except with black hair and blue eyes. He wore a chlamys just as Oen did. Just behind him, was a flying Pygmy, just like Oem had. The Pygmy held light blonde hair and yellow eyes with a one shouldered chlamys. "Oh, Pallos! Knowl!" Oen called out, waving to him as he walked forward. Once Pallos arrived he pushed Oen forward. "Hey, hey!" He protested, dusting himself off as he walked forward.

"No more skipping, Oen. We're going to school, and we're staying. The entire day." Pallos ordered, now making his way beside Oen. "Now Pallos. As your best friend, when have I ever left you alone in that hell?"

"Yesterday, and the day before." Pallos reassured, causing Oen to slump over comically. Laughing himself, Pallos gripped Oen by the right shoulder as they continued forward. "As your tutor, it's my job to make sure you don't become an ignoramus. Right now, you still can't even read a sundial. Something a little kid can do easily."

"O-Oi! Shut up! I don't have use for time! I do what I want!"

"Which is why you're heading to school." Knowl added with wit, causing Oen to side-eye the Pygmy. "Look, we can't all be the son of Athena, and have all this knowledge and wisdom bestowed upon us."

"Do you even know what bestowed means?" Pallos asked Oen, the son of Dionysus. Ignoring the obviously blatant strike at his intellect, Oen kept forward with his friend, finally nearing the school. As they prepared to enter, a loud, thunderous boom filled the air, causing the three to jump. "What was that!?" Knowl asked.

"Too loud to be thunder, don't you think?" Oen asked, turning to Pallos. "Way too loud." He added. "Also, there's not a cloud in the sky.

Lets go inside and see what's going on."