(A/N) Here is the second round of pasts. This one is for Damon Solus submitted by Icarus 'Stryke' Aethon.
Once again, please let me know if there is anything that I got wrong in regards to the character's past. I am also still looking for a beta if anyone wants to.
Question – He always knew that something was different about him. He had known since his mother had said there were no old ladies knitting yarn by the playground. He had known because she would always praise his imagination when he asked about the little boy with the missing arm in his school yard. He knew because every time he asked about his father, his mom would smile fondly then reply, "Oh, he's in Hell right now darling. Don't worry about him. I'm sure he loves you very much." Damon wasn't Einstein but he was pretty sure that his mom loved his dad and he was also pretty sure that Hell was not a nice place. Why would his mom be happy his dad was in Hell? Damon got something of an answer when he was nine.
Damon was walking down the street with his mother. They were going home from school and it was a Friday. Damon was eager to get home because this weekend was a long weekend. School was also starting to get scary and not just because he had wrote an exam on Thursday. It seemed as if the teachers were all looking at him and one teacher in particular, a new teacher, seemed to be watching his every move.
Damon was just watching the people all around him when he saw a hooded man coming down the street towards his mother and him. Damon was sure that someone would comment since the man was dressed strange even if he was from a movie set. He had no bodyguards, his robes didn't move in the wind, his feet didn't make a sound on the pavement, and he never, not once, looked up. Damon looked over at his mother, the man was on a collision course with her, and waited for her to say something. His mother said nothing. Damon watched as they got closer and closer. He wondered if he should do something. Should he pull his mom aside or tell her about the man? What would happen if they did walk into him? Would he be some crazed killer or a movie star ditching work?
Suddenly, Damon let out a little gasp and stopped abruptly. His mom stopped too and looked down at him concerned but Damon didn't see her or any of the other annoyed people walking around him. All he could see was the hooded man who had walked right through his mother…or maybe she had walked right through him.
"Damon?" his mother asked, "What's the matter?"
"Mom, who was that?" asked Damon.
"Who was who dear?" she asked looking confused.
"The man in the robe with the hood pulled up over his face." Damon told her and pointed.
His mother turned to look the way he was pointing and when she saw nothing, she turned pale.
"Why did you walk through him?" Damon asked oblivious to her terror.
"Damon, hurry, we need to get home." his mother said taking his hand.
"Why?" Damon asked as his mother pulled him along.
"There is somewhere we need to go?" his mom told him.
"Where?" asked Damon.
His mother pulled out her keys with trembling hands and unlocked the door before shoving him into the back seat and getting into the driver's side.
"Damon, your father was a god. He was a Greek god. You are half mortal and half immortal, a demigod. Monsters hunt you and they will come after you now that you know of your heritage. The only safe place for you is a camp." his mom explained as she drove, "We are going to Camp Half-Blood on Long Island in New York."
"Why did you tell me if I'm just going to be a monster beacon? How come I haven't seen any monsters? Why are we in LA if safety is on the other side of the country?" Damon asked quickly.
"You can see ghosts." his mother replied, "You already have begun developing your powers. The monsters would know either way but the humans would not see anything. Monsters are shielded by the mist which is why you haven't seen any monsters."
"But I'm half god." Damon pointed out.
"The mist is very powerful." his mother told him, "It shows humans only what they want to see. It hides all the monsters, gods and other mythological incidences from mortal eyes. It can hide those things from a demigod too."
Damon was rushed into the house by his mother and she began packing clothes for him.
"I hoped that your father would be able to protect you if we were in LA." his mother replied, "But it looks like that isn't enough anymore. I knew the moment that I picked you up from school."
"Knew what?" asked Damon as his mom gave him the backpack.
"Get ready to go Damon." she ordered before replying, "Your teacher is a monster. I could tell from the way that she was looking at you. I didn't want to send you to camp but I have no choice."
"What's wrong with camp?" asked Damon zipping up his jacket.
"It's so far away and I was hoping your father would keep you safe if we were close." his mother told him bundling Damon out the front door.
"So it's not a bad place?" asked Damon relieved.
"I hope it isn't." his mother told him, "The brochure said it was supposed to be fun."
Then his mother sighed as she seemed to realize the time. She took his backpack and his jacket off and led him back inside.
"It would be safer for us to go early tomorrow." she told him, "At least I can see where the turn offs are. Let's eat supper Damon."
"Okay." Damon agreed while silently formulating a plan.
He wished his mother goodnight at bed time and waited for her to turn out her lights. Then he took money from the emergency stash in the fridge, changed out of his pjs, packed them, and set his alarm for really, really early.
The next morning, Damon left his house and got on a bus headed to the train station. Damon looked out the window at his city. It was likely the last time he was going to be back here. He wanted to take in all that he could before he had to leave for good. Damon noticed, with a jolt of surprise, that his teacher, the monster, was waiting for him at the bus terminal.
The teacher monster hadn't seen him so Damon slipped past and bought a ticket. Then he boarded the train and it set off northwards and eastwards. Damon breathed a sigh of relief. He had gotten away at last and his mom was safe. He had seen the results of animal attacks with some of the ghosts in LA. He didn't know what a monster attack looked like but he was sure it would be much worse. He didn't want that to happen to his mom. He had to draw the monsters away from her. Who knew, this camp could be great.