Apollo's Child

My mom gives me a recap of life

The doctor was standing over me he asked me if I preferred to consume the godly Ambrosia In liquid or in solid form. Honestly, this guy sounded like he belonged to a different time. I didn't like the idea of consuming something that might kill me, but this man wasn't giving me much of a choice. Pick your poison I guess... Since I could still feel the burning heat of the fire in my throat, I chose to drink the godly stuff. The glass the doctor gave me felt strangely warm in my hand. I closed my eyes, let out a sigh and took a sip. I was surprised to find it tasted like Capri-Sun.
Jeez, that brought back a lot of old memories of sitting in my grandparents' backyard in France during the summer holidays. My grandparents had a small vineyard in a rural town in France. Every year my mom and I would visit them during the summer. The sun would be shining and I would be lying on my back in the grass staring at it. My mom always told me that was dangerous, but I would tell her that the sun was smiling at me and I thought it was rude not to smile back. She would then distract me with the other thing that would consume my attention, which was Capri-Sun. My ADHD caused me to often hyper-fixate on things, and Capri-Sun was one of these things. There were so many flavours, but the orange one was always my favourite.

It had been a while since I had tasted Capri-Sun and it felt like my whole body was mending together. My throat wasn't feeling as dry anymore and I had a smile on my face again. Everything was great until the doctor started to get a creepy smile on his face and loomed over me. His hands were positioned as if they were claws. He looked at me with some kind of hunger, like he was going to eat my brains or something. And suddenly he didn't look so human anymore. His face started to grow scales and on his head were feathers. What the fuck was this guy?! I was about to scream, but someone else had the same idea. It was my mom. She came running in through the door on the other side of the room. Get away from my son! She screamed. She got something out of her purse that closely resembled an arrow, except there was no bow to shoot it with. Instead, she threw it at the doctor, or I guess monster, and he evaporated. My mom came running over to me, and she was crying and shaking. Mon chère, j'ai très très peur. I know Mom, I'm scared too I have no idea what's happening. Can you tell me? I need you to tell me, Mom! Je suis très confus aussi. Mom let out a deep sigh and started talking with her adorable French accent. "When I was a bit younger, I met a man. He was radiant! Quite literally, but I will explain that in a petit peu. He was kind, joyful and energetic, he was dramatic and extremely handsome. He was no ordinary man, your father. He was a god." Like THE god? Mom, did you take drugs? " No chère, not like that. He was a Greek god." Are you seriously implying Dad was a god? You have never told me anything about him for the 15 years that I have been alive, but now that I'm in the hospital and just got attacked by some weird doctor/monster you decide to speak up about my father? Surely you were high or drunk mom, I cannot believe that. How much wine did you drink that night mom, how much vin? How out of this world were you to think you made love to some god? Which one anyway? Mom, please tell me this is some kind of joke. "No mom fils, your father IS a god. He never told me who he was exactly. He just said his name was Allistar and that's all I know. He told me he was a Greek God and told me of the dangers that could happen if we were to have a child together. Please Ashley you have to believe me. You are in danger because I was reckless. This is all my fault. Your father warned me about this and told me there was one place where you would be safe. It's a summer camp, and there you will be surrounded by other people like you. Mom that sounds like some kind of weird cult. Please Ash, you have to go there. It is the only way you'll be safe! I'm going to get you out of here. But for now maybe you should just lay down and rest. I'll come and pick you up later okay? I wanted to protest but mom was already heading for the exit. My head felt heavy and my eyes felt tired. Neither my brain nor eyes had fully processed what had happened yet. I put the blanket around me and fell asleep.