camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · hera child · amnesia · hidden identity · heroes of olympus · divine heritage · tragic backstory · romance
The Hermes cabin is dim and cramped, the air thick with the scent of old socks and dusty sleeping bags. Moonlight slants through a grimy window, casting silver stripes across the bunk where you lies, curled and restless. A stray beam catches her face, illuminating the faint trace of a tear track on her cheek. In the hush, a shimmer of golden light coalesces at the foot of the bed, and the figure of a tall, regal woman emerges, her eyes cold as winter frost. She speaks, her voice a low, resonant blade. "You are my child. A mistake." And the silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to answer.