Okay, this man is totally bonkers. That, or he is making the worst joke in history. There is no way that I can be the child of a GOD! Unless...
Unless my father really is Poseidon.
"Are... are you really the god of the sea?" I ask, hoping he will tell me that of course he isn't, and that his mum had spent too much time on the water when naming him, or that they are all nicknamed based on their personalities and passions.
Is that too much to ask? For a bit of sanity in this very not sane situation? Something that can actually be described as normal?
"Indeed my child, I am. The very same as in that book you keep in your bedroom." Father tells me, and I blush at the kind teasing towards the mythology book. Okay, so maybe I do know a slight bit. Hey, I find it fascinating, especially the fact that the Greeks, unlike any other race, made their gods out as flawed. It makes them feel more human, and more realistic towards beings with that much power. Also, I may or may not have been trying to learn about a certain Greek classmate. No comment towards the truth of that statement.
Even with knowing that it is impossible, I can't help but believe him. In a way it makes sense. It would certainly help explain some unusual memories that I have. When I was six, mum took me on my first boat. It wasn't anything classy, just a small row boat, but I loved every minute of it. I would even rock the boat, trying to replicate the waves of the ocean. That was the first time I knew that I truly belonged on the water. When we went under the first bridge, I could swear that I saw transparent faces of women in the water, waving at me. When I told mum, she didn't believe me, telling me it was just my mind playing tricks. Then, when I was eleven, I fell into a swimming pool by accident. However, as I was watching the frantic feet above me moving, distorted through the water, I felt as alive as I could possibly feel. Minutes passed without me running out of breath, until I was hoisted up from the water by a lifeguard. My mum gave me the most serious scolding that day about being more careful. But water that day had felt truly like the best thing in the world.
Then there were the nightmares. When I was younger, I would dream about monsters of all shapes and sizes coming after me. Each time I cut one down and it turned instantly into dust (never got that part) another would follow, each bigger and scarier than the last. I would always wake myself up screaming, and would see mum on top of me, hushing me and telling me it was all just a dream. But it always felt so real, and it still does now, whenever I remember.
But, regardless of how much sense it was making, I was still having issues with the whole daughter of a god thing...
And apparently so was Luke, who was recovering from the shock of Sparky's statement.
"Oh, that it complete and utter bull..." I instantly covered his mouth, fearing their response to such rudeness from their 'children', and instantly covered up.
"What Luke means to say is that we are having a difficult time processing all of this." All of this said while digging my elbows into Luke, hoping he will get the message.
Letting Luke go, but not after a strong glare from my part, I am happy to say that he did not speak again for the duration of the conversation, which I am still immensely proud of.
To my utter surprise, and immediate distaste, Rage Man was the one to answer. "What is there not to get? Daughter of a god. Demigod. Honestly, my children were never as wussy as these two puny..."
"Ares, be quiet. Not everyone has the kind of pain tolerance your children seen to endlessly possess." The Hunter immediately stopped Rage Man's, who I now know as Ares's, rant in a polite but scolding manner. She slightly reminded me of my mother, who has the same kind of fire in her, even if the Hunter looks even older than me. I began to wonder if I would ever see my mum again, which immediately depressed me so I told my subconscious to be quiet while I focused instead on my Greek companion.
When I looked at Luke, I happened to see a large amount of respect on his face, which was directed at Ares, and I scoffed and ignored him as well. However. I was glad he was finally getting along with these 'gods'.
"Whether you have accepted your true parentage or not, it is time for us now to get to the point of our meeting. We very rarely claim our children in person, and certainly not all of us at once. But this particular occasion calls for it," Sparky told us in a manner that showed me that he was running this show.
I must admit, at this point I was seriously worried that I had done something wrong, that was against their godly laws or something. I mean, I am a good girl. I had never smoked, or done drugs, or killed anyone. Well. There was that time I slapped Katherine Steward in grade 5, as she had taken my chocolate away from me and had eaten it in front of me, and I had lashed out in furious hunger and revenge. But nothing serious.
One look at Luke told me that he was thinking on the exact lines: we are in deep trouble.
"No, in these circumstances we were all willing to be here in person," Sparky said as he continued his what seemed a well-rehearsed speech. Really, they know we are only sixteen, right? "We have come to give to you what has been your birthright since the very beginning, chosen one." Based on the fact that Sparky was looking at me when he said this hints to the fact that I am the chosen one. I had still not made up my mind as to the reason for me being called this, if it was good or bad for me. "So here it is. You my dear, through your charm, utter perfection and outlook on life, are now to be blessed by all of us, as was decreed since your birth to happen after you reached the age of maturity, sixteen."
Wait, what?
