A/N: I hope this chapter answers some of your questions. Also after looking through this I saw some mistakes so it's a little different.

1/16/12- I saw another spelling mistake...

Disclaimer-I do not own Rick Riodan's work.


Not knowing where to begin you start from the beginning,

Before being wrapped in a blanket and left in a basket on the doorsteps of your father's house

Back to a time when you didn't exist,

When the seed of a demigod was planted.


Unlike most of your mother's suitors your father was no scholar,

However he was sharp and filled with wit.

Charming and respected,

Drawing the goddess's attention almost immediately from their first encounter.


Upon the first encounter sparks flew,

Creating an fiery passion,

An unstoppable inferno,

A bonding of minds.

No physical relationship could have ever produced an affinity as strong as theirs.


But like all good things,

Their relationship came to an end.

Like an orphan you were deposited onto his doorstep.

One look at your deep gray eyes, and he knew you were theirs.

Overtime he moved on and met someone else.


She was strong, confident, tall.

She was everything a child needed in a mother,

But that didn't stop the disease.

Slowly she wasted away and all you and your father could do was watch.


Lashing out he blamed others.

He drank and consumed fiery spirits.

Smiles and hugs became scowls and slaps,

And one day the truth spilled from his mouth,

"You were a bastard child, just like your mother."

You begged with him, pleaded to your father to tell the truth.

But that was the harsh reality of the world.


Overtime you did what many other demigod offspring choose.

Fleeing from your flesh and blood,

You departed,

Along the way you were picked up by a small group of others just like you,

Those who only knew neglect and sharp blows.

And among that group was a familiar elven child.