Warnings are the same as the previous chapter

Edd's POV:

Demigod dreams are the worst. Even after a great day or event.

Edd stood in a clearing, surrounded by mist. He looked around and froze when his gaze landed on an unfamiliar figure.

A woman with wavy brown hair, dressed in a simple green dress shimmering with gold leaves. She wore a crown of wheat fronds which accentuated her constantly shifting green and brown eyes. She smiled at Edd. "Welcome, Edd." She spoke.

Edd was confused. "Um, how-how do you know my name?" He asked.

The woman sighed. "I am Demeter, goddess of the harvest, and your mother."

Edd blinked in disbelief. "My mom. A goddess. Demeter is my mother." He hit his head with the heel of his hand several times. "This is-"

"Are you denying it?" asked the goddess, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'm not," replied the demigod, "Just kinda confused."

Demeter managed a small smile. "Don't worry, boy, your friends are getting the same talk."

Matt's POV:

Demeter was correct.

Matt was in his second most favorite place, the mall. Strangely enough though, it was empty. 'Huh. This is. . . weird.' thought Matt when he realized it was Saturday.

He strolled around for a bit until he found himself in a clothing store. He wandered around, looking at the different items they had for sale until he came across a dressing room. A pretty young woman, no more than 25, was there in a form fitting green shirt, purple pants that flared out at the bottom and light blue heels. Her blonde- no, brown- no, ginger- whatever, hair flowed down her shoulders in a classic French braid. She looked up and smiled at Matt.

Matt, despite having feelings for someone else, was immediately captivated by her smile, so blinding and perfect.

"What do you think looks best?" asked Aphrodite, holding up a green coat over a purple hoodie and a purple overcoat atop a green hoodie.

Matt thought. "They're both very stunning, the colors are a perfect match. I'm afraid I can't decide." He replied with a shrug.

Aphrodite beamed. "You have the making of a true demigod, Matt."

Matt was taken back. "How do you know my name?" He asked.

Aphrodite chuckled. "Do you not recognize your own mother?" She asked.

"My, my mom's at home," Matt was thoroughly confused.

"Your adoptive mother," the love goddess corrected.

"This is weird. Is Edd a demigod too? What about Tom and Tord?" He asked.

Aphrodite laughed. "Yes child, they're all also demigods. And Edd is not my son, I'd hate for you to be crushing on your half brother."

Matt stammered out, "Wh- I'm not- I don't-"

Tom's POV:

Tom opened his blank eyes to find that he was in a field of yellow flowers. He scowled until he saw Susan next to him. He quickly grabbed hold of her and pulled the guitar into his lap.

"That's a great guitar you have." A man with bronze skin, blonde hair, and sharp blue eyes sat next to Tom. Tom jumped and glared at the person, shielding his guitar.

"Thanks, I guess." He muttered.

"Awh, don't be such a downer, I really do like it!"

"Um, who are you?" Tom asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't recognize your own father?"

Tom tried to hold back his laughter, but failed. "Seriously? You're my dad?"

"What?! The great Apollo isn't good enough for you?"

"No no," Tom waved him off. "Just amused at you. I mean, you're so bright and sunny and I'm just here like 'I'm friends with a Cola addict, a narcissistic weirdo and a hentai addict.' That's just. . . not Apollo-like."

"Hey, you got my talent for music and my dashing good looks. And my affection for both genders." The god playfully nudged Tom, who turned bright red and turned away.

"Shut up."

"Is that any way to talk to your father?" Apollo put a hand on his chest like he was offended.

"For me? Yeah."

Tord's POV:

Tord bolted up from his bed. He was still in the infirmary, but someone else was there too. A woman with black hair was sitting on the end of his bed, tossing what looked like a ball of purple magic from hand to hand. She grinned at Tord, an evil smile. "You're up."

"I- Who- What's happening?" Tord asked, freaked out.

The woman laughed. "You're meeting your mother, finally."

"You're my-" Tord jumped out of him bed. Or at least tried to. He was glued to the cot by something, most likely magic. "Let me go!"

"So you can escape me? I don't think so, little hero." The woman grinned. "I am Hecate, and my queen, Hera, has a message for you."

Another woman appeared in the room, this one taller and with longer black hair. Her face had what seemed to be a permanent scowl on it and she eyes Tord with an evil gaze. "So the young hero awakes." She addressed Hecate.

"Am I needed?"

"Yes, keep him in place so he doesn't escape my words. Now, little hero, I have a prophecy for you." She smiled and spoke, her voice turning harsh yet soft.

"Light, beauty, magic, and growth. These four things shall decide whats brought forth. East to West, things that shine, you shall lose something that is rightly thine. But beware, 4 weeks will pass, and you all shall breathe your last."

And with the words, the two goddesses burst into smoke as Tord faded back into consciousness.