My Favorite Yale FML Quote: The only romantic encounters I have are in my head. FML

There were a lot more new demigods than I thought and most of them were friendlier than I expected like Piper. She was nice and really unexpected, although I think her wearing a printed shirt with kittens on it just wasn't working if she was trying to tone her beauty down.

Wandering around the strawberry fields, I picked some and put them in a basket to bring them back to Forks. Suddenly, pain bursted in my brain and I yelped, dropping the basket and the strawberries spilled out. I crouched, screaming.

"Stop it! Stop it! Make it stop! Please!" I screamed. It felt like a knife was poking my brain, trying to penetrate through it.

Then the pain stopped. It felt like my blood was rushing straight to my brain and I opened my eyes.

I was staring at the ceiling, in a baby crib. Wait — a baby crib?

"Nathan, you're suppose to feed Bella!" I heard a soft tired voice say.

"I'm coming!" I heard someone darting into the room and the person who replied appeared in my view. He had chestnut brown hair like mine and red eyes. A chiselled strong jaw with features that were more manly than feminine. He looked like he could rival Edward's looks and it was obvious that he was a vampire. A human-drinking vampire.

He picked me up and cradled me in his strong cold arms and I made a soft giggle like I was a baby. He smiled. Holding a bottle of milk, he put it within my reach and I snatched it from his hand. He laughed at my action as I continued sucking greedily on the milk.

"Daddy's here, Daddy's here...," he cooed.

I blinked my eyes and I was in the strawberry fields again. Demigods crowded around me and one was holding out my basket full of strawberries. I was breathing heavily and I sat up.

"Move along, everyone! Move along!" I heard a familiar voice shout. The crowd splitted and I stared at Chiron. "Bella, are you okay?"

I nodded, taking my basket of strawberries from the demigod holding it and thanked her. "I'm fine, Chiron."

"I think there's something someone needs to talk about with you." He stated. "Follow me."

I stood up and everyone continued walking but some stared at me. I walked behind Chiron and entered the Big House. He led me into the empty hall and I was met with someone I wasn't expecting to see.

Hera.

"Grandmother... Grandmother Hera, what are you doing here?" I asked. Even though she wasn't biologically my grandmother, she loved me calling her that and I've actually grown accustomed to it.

"Hello, child." She greeted. "What did you feel just now when you were gaining back that memory?"

What did she say? "Gaining back that memory?" I repeated.

"I shall explain that later but I expect you to answer my question."

"It was... painful. Like something sharp was poking my brain," I answered, wincing as I remembered it. "And what do you mean by 'gaining back that memory'?"

"That was a memory when you were most likely six months old. The person carrying you was your father, Jonathan MacPherson." She said.

I froze. "Daddy?"

Her expression softened. "I know it was not the right time to give you back that memory, but I guarantee you that you haven't forgotten anything since you were born. It is just that it was tucked away in the deepest corners of your mind. You did not want to remember that."

I recalled the face of the vampire who was my father and tears were spilling on my cheeks. "That was my father?"

I looked around and realized Chiron was gone. Grandmother Hera wiped away a tear on my cheek and sighed. "I am sorry about that experience. I promise you that the pain will not appear again when your other memories are gained back, although I cannot guarantee you that it will not come at random moments."

"I think that is enough for Bella, Hera." I heard the voice of my foster mother snap. I looked behind and Aphrodite was walking towards us. She grabbed me into a hug and I could smell her sweet perfume that was enveloping me. I wiped my tears away.

"It's okay, Mother. It's okay." I told her. She released me as she glared at Hera. Hera sized up to her and jutted her chin out.

"She deserves to remember her parents. She deserves to remember Marie & Jonathan! Something is going to happen, and I can sense it!" Hera told Aphrodite.

Aphrodite gritted her teeth. "I agree that she deserves to remember them, but I think maybe you need to get your sense checked. How about we check with Apollo and see if what you are thinking will really happen, shall we?" She menancingly snarled.

"I am Queen of Olympus, and I am always right! They will come back! I am sure of it, Aphrodite! Why do you care about her anyways? All I see you do is cheat on my son Hephaestus with Ares and make men fall for you because of your beauty, if you even have it! I see an ugly character beneath it!" Hera insulted.

Aphrodite gasped. "Even if you are Queen, you do not have the right to insult anyone! Everyone needs respect and space, and that it most certainly what I need now! It is no wonder Zeus cheats on you!" She ended, then stomped off with my upper arm in her hand, her nails painfully inching into my skin.

I was surprised that Hera hasn't thrown a curse at her or something at that time, but I was relieved. Everyone stared as Aphrodite forcefully pulled me into my cabin.

She pushed me into my bed and started pacing back and forth, deep in thought.

"Bella, I do not know how to break the news to you..." She started, staring at me in the eye as she stopped. "Hera thinks your mother and father are coming back."

"What makes her think that's gonna happen?" I asked.

"I don't know. She's made a few mistakes in the past and to keep your hopes up is wrong."

"What if they really come back, then?" I questioned. "Why are you doubting Grandmother Hera? Don't you trust her?"

She kept quiet.

I sighed and took out the piece of paper I found in Rachel's belongings — the one which she drew of me. I held it out in front of Aphrodite. She stared at the piece of paper and looked up at me. I immediately sensed something wrong as she stared at me intensely.

"What is it?" She asked.

"It's a drawing Rachel drew. I found it in her bag. There's me" — I pointed at myself in the picture — "Edward" — I pointed to him — "and... two silhouettes. I don't know who they are but —"

"This really is going to happen." Aphrodite whispered.

"What?"

"It is going to happen."

I frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Aphrodite seemed reluctant to tell me, but she did. "Your parents. You are going to meet them. Very soon."