Nobody's POV
12 years later
In front of us sits a twelve-year-old boy, his hair as dark as jet and his eyes a piercing blue. He is engaged in a conversation with his adopted mother, Hera, discussing important matters before his upcoming fight with his sister.
"Now, my son, I must speak to you about a few things before your fight with your sister later," Hera calmly informs him, her gaze fixed on him.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Mama? And will you be there to watch the fight later?" the boy asks, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Yes, I shall be there to watch your fight. I want to see how well you have progressed in your training, my child," Hera replies with a soft smile on her face.
"I wanted to give you something special, something that belonged to your birth mother. She also had a message for you, which she shared with me when I visited your uncle Hades," she gently explains. The boy's eyes widen in shock, aware that his birth mother passed away shortly after his birth but unaware of the details.
"She told me that she is so proud of the boy you have become and that no matter what happens in the future, she will always be by your side, supporting you and loving you. She regrets not being able to witness your growth," Hera reveals. Tears well up in the boy's eyes as he embraces his adopted mother, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.
"But wait, there's more. Your birth mother also asked me to give you something when you grew up and were ready to receive it," Hera continues softly. She reaches for a small box beside her and hands it to the boy. He takes a deep breath before gently opening it, revealing a beautifully crafted bracelet nestled inside. He carefully places it on his right wrist, then stands up and holds it lightly with his left hand. To his amazement, a spear materializes in his left hand, causing his mother to gasp in surprise.
"What's wrong, Mama?" the boy asks, confused and slightly nervous.
"Nothing is wrong, my son. I recognized that spear when it appeared. Now, how does it feel in your hands?" Hera inquires, her eyes fixed on the weapon.
"It feels right, but at the same time, it feels like it was meant for someone else," the boy admits, moving the spear around in his hands.
"That is interesting. What do you mean by that?" Hera asks, her curiosity piqued.
"I can't explain why, but it just feels like it's destined for someone other than myself," the boy truthfully replies.
"We should get going. We don't want to be late for your fight against your sister, do we?" Hera suggests, prompting the boy to interrupt his musings and turn towards her, nodding in agreement.
(A FEW MINUTES LATER)
(Y/N) POV
As my mother and I walked, we arrived at a small arena where Athena stood in the middle, stretching. With a smile on my face, I shouted, "Hey, big Sis!" and waved at her. She stopped what she was doing, looked up at me, and walked over to us.
"Hello there, (Y/N). Are you ready? I won't be going easy on you today, do you understand?" she told me. After a brief moment of thought, I eagerly nodded my head.
"Of course, big Sis. I'm ready for this," I replied, excitement filling my voice.
"Why don't you get your weapon and go to the small area to get ready, okay?" she said, a small smile on her face. I nodded and walked over to the weapons rack, grabbing a sword. With a quick swing, I tested its weight before moving to the centre of the area and stretching. After a few minutes of warming up, I saw my big sister walking over with her spear and shield.
