"I- I'm sorry dad! I-" I stared at my father, his eyes glaring down on me.
"It's ok, Zoe. What all did you hear?" He asked, interrupting me.
"Well, the first thing i heard was Uncle Nico shouting about you needing to tell me something..." my voice trailed off.
"Zoe, do you want to know what Nico wants me to tell you?" He asked.
That question... it reminded me of something Uncle Nico had said to me a while ago.
"Zoe. You are only eight, but you are very unique. Wanna know why?" He was speaking to me after I had finished watching Endgame with him (Author's note here, this is in 2020, a few weeks before Zoe's ninth birthday on July 19.) Suddenly, my dad walked through the door.
"Crap" was all Uncle Nico had said upon my father's entrance.
"Go on, Uncle Nico." i had said it so eagerly. "Tell me why I'm you neek!"
"Nico! That's it! Sorry, Zoe, but Nico won't be babysitting ANYMORE!"
"When I was eight... what Nico wanted to tell me?" He nodded a answer to my question.
"Do I really get to finally know what I have been wondering for years?" He nodded again.
"Go right on then. Tell me."
He inhaled deeply. "Zoe, me and your mother... Crap, how do I say this? Ok. Your grandfathers, also, Paul isn't your biological grandfather, were... Greek Gods. My biological father was Poseidon, and your mum's (also, they had lived in London from when Zoë was three to about a year before this story, so they have a bit of a British accent.) was Hades. She could temporarily raise the dead, she could talk to spirits, she could fight like a fu-. like a bada-. Wow, have I not had a long enough conversation with you to avoid cussing? I'm sorry if i have been that distant. But anyways, your mum could fight like a spartan. I had less skill, but i could still hold my own in a sword fight. Anyways, as I said, my father is Poseidon. This lets me heal by touching water, allows me to control most liquids that contain water." It was only a millisecond before i was laughing, but my family's serious and guilty expressions told me he wasn't making this up.
"When you were born, I was visited by Apollo. He warned that prophecies had double meanings, and he also said, and I quote, "'His' wasn't the word. The word was 'Their'". When your mum died, I realized what he meant. 'A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds, and see the world in endless sleep. A Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. A single choice shall end his days, olympus to preserve or raise.' A half-blood is a half-human half-god. You are half-human, a quarter Poseidon, and a quarter Hades. This means you could very well be the true child of prophecy. But I thought by hiding your heritage, I could remove you from that fate.