Well, i'm upto Chapter 4 :). I rewrote this part of the story many times, because I hadn't planned when I would actually reveal his lineage. But I figured, i might as well tell you, because i don't want to drop hints and have any of the Greek mythology buffs guess :). So without further ado, the reveal.
Chapter 4:-
My dad was one of those guys who was naturally good at everything. If he decided to do something, he would do it. He never let inexperience or laziness get in his way.
"If you want something" he would tell me many a times at dinner, "seize it with all your being. If you expect it to come to you, you can never be more wrong."
I think that's why my mom fell in love with him, his whole "nothing is impossible if you have the willpower" attitude, atleast that's what he'd always say. She had these deep, green eyes and she would pick up large shells when we used to go the beach and hold them to my ear.
"Listen, my love," she would tell me, "you can hear them whispering"
"Who's whispering, mamma?" I would ask.
"Shhh, my little hero, you will know later. Now is not the time."
It was this lady who was standing at the doorway of Mr. Brunn-Chiron's office.
"Yes honey, are you alright? I've made cookies for you at home, I've made them into little animal shapes the way you've always liked (Wow, way to embarrass, mom)."
I heard Glen and Chris sniggering, and I felt myself going red.
Oh and you don't have to worry about the other siren, Chiron, its taken care of." she continued
"Wait! Siren as in irresistible song siren?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Then will someone please tell me whats going on?" I stood up, brushing myself off and turning around looking at everyone, as my eyes passed Glen, he hastily hid a piece of paper he had been eating behind his back. "And why are you eating that paper?"
Chiron sighed. "That's why I had asked you here. When only Victorie showed up and told me about where you were going, I knew you were getting into trouble. So I sent Glen and her to try to bring you back."
"So you weren't worried about me?" Chris asked innocently from the floor.
"And you!" Chiron said turning to him. "My entire life, I have never trained a son of Apollo as thick headed as you! Could you not tell she wasn't human, boy? You've been attending Camp Half-Blood for the past two years."
"Well, there was something strange about her" Chris's forehead was scrunched up, like he was remembering something. "But she was hot."
"Well, you won't be last man foolish enough to be smitten by the sirens," Chiron sighed, "but you do seem to be the most gullible."
"So everyone knows about whats going on here except me?" I demanded.
"Not exactly," Chiron said. "Victorie didn't know till this afternoon, I told her right before I sent her to find you."
I turned to her. "And you actually believe all of this?"
She shrugged. "Well our teacher's standing before us as a centaur and I just saw two girls grow fangs and turn into mermaids. I think I believe Mr. Brun- Chiron. Plus, when I saw Glen's hooves-"
"Glen has hooves?"
"Hooves and furry goat legs."
"Woah, let me see."
Glen didn't seem to pleased with the way this conversation was going, but he glumly pulled of his shoes and continued chewing on the piece of paper (which I now believed had been yesterdays World History quiz, I was silently hoping he had eaten mine.)
Yup. Goat hooves(I couldn't really tell if they were goat's or not, I just took everyone's word for it that they were).
"So you're a what? Satyr?"
He nodded.
"And Mr. Brunner, you're Chiron? Centaur trainer of heroes?"
Chiron nodded.
"And he's the son of Apollo?" I asked pointing at the still prone
"God of music, archery and general awesomeness" Chris supplied, getting up off the floor. "That's me."
"And who are you?" I asked, turning to Victorie. "Daughter of Aprhodite?"
Everyone stopped and looked at me, except Victorie, who looked away, blushing a little.
"Umm.. well, probably not," Mr. Brunner admitted "she would have been claimed two years ago then. But it is safe to say she is the daughter of a god or goddess"
"Oh" I blushed and glanced quickly away from her.(I realized I didn't need other people, I could embarrass my self just fine).
Chris was grinning at me, "Smooth, dude."
"What about me, then?" I turned to my mom "Both you and dad seem so...normal. Why are you here and how do you know all this?"
My mom sighed. "I would have told you this before, but it would have just been more difficult and dangerous for you. You would've been attacked from all directions, as it was I had a hard time balancing housework and keeping you safe."
"Safe from what?"
"Monsters, gods, anything that meant you harm" she shrugged. "You're aura becomes stronger once you know and start to believe in the gods. Monster attacks become more frequent, and in you're case, it was much more important, because you're...different...than the other demigods. Your aura will be much stronger"
"Different? Different how?"
"That you are my son." She replied "and you are not a true Demigod, you are mortal.
"Mom, who are you?" I asked, without thinking.
I saw her shoulders sag, and I immediately felt bad.
"I'm you're mother, Alex, and nothing will change that."
I walked over and hugged her. I didn't care if any one made fun of me later. I had to show my mother that I loved her.
"I didn't mean it like that, mom. Its just...everything seems so sudden. I meant...who are you...in the Greek world?"
Chiron cleared his throat. "Come on then Glen, Chris, Victorie. Alex and his mother need some time alone, and I'll answer any questions you may have outside," he added to Victorie, who nodded.
The four of them filed out, Chiron bringing up the rear. My mom looked at Chiron as he passed and I could see an invisible "thank you" pass from her to him. As he closed the door behind him, my mom looked in my eyes and I could see the depth of the ocean in hers.
"You look so much like you're father" she sniffed a little. "I told him who I was when we started dating, but he took it in his stride, his love for me never faltered. That just made me love him more."
"You'll always be my mother" I hugged her again, and she smiled a little and a little aprehension seemed to evaporate.
She swallowed. "The Greeks," she said "used to know me as Thetis"
My heart raced. "Thetis? That means...I'm his...Achilles was...my half-brother?" I stuttered.
She nodded. "And like him, you will be a god among men."
I couldn't believe it. "Mom, you can't be Thetis, I mean, you drive a minivan!"
She smiled, "Would it have been different if I drove a Ferrari?"
"No," I admitted, "but it would have been really cool."
Then a horrible thought crossed my mind.
"Mom," I started, not really knowing how to finish "will you...will you outlive us, me and dad?"
I almost wished I hadn't asked. Her eyes swam with so much anguish, and in a small, shaky voice she said, "Yes, honey, I suppose I will."
And I finally realized something. Every time I heard the story of Achilles, I would have the same nagging doubt.
"Why?" I would ask my mother. "If he was already destined to be great, why did he go chasing after fame and glory?"
Now, when I was in a position similar to his, I finally understood.
"I will always love you, Mom, and if I won't live forever, I will make sure my name lives on. Till the end of time, the world will know my name, and they will remember me the way Achilles wanted them to remember him. Son of Thetis."
