𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - ° ᶜˡᵃʳⁱˢˢᵉ ᴸᵃ ᴿᵘᵉ °

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YEARS AGO ....

"I know I haven't been there in the past, but I'm here now. I'm trying. Please, let me in." My father pleaded. I stared at his silhouette. "Why now? Why — after all these years of me pleading and begging for you to even look at me, why now?" I crossed my hands and sat down on my chair. He followed soon. It freaked me out, the fact that we almost looked the same, even the black and white hair. "Because I have finally escaped, my daughter, please, do not do this to me. I have escaped for you and your mother. Please, please, tell me she's okay." My eyes burned with unshed tears. "She's gone, dad. She's gone." I watched as his hetrochormic eyes came into light, filled with regret. It hurt how similar we looked. "I sense that you are not sad?" He questioned, guilty eyes following my every movement. I tried to let out a dry laugh, but I felt numb. "Why would I?" I scoffed, arms hugging myself tightly. "You will have to go to camp halfblood. It is the only safe place for you." I nodded. "I know what camp halfblood is, father. Mom was the daughter of Zeus, remember?" His eyes widened a bit. He grits his teeth. "I remember now." He muttered gruffly. He ran his hand through his hair before scratching his scalp in fustration, just like me. "I'm going to be honest with you, Marja. I am sorry that you have to live through life being my daughter." He looked down on his dry palms. He ran his hand through his hair once again. "I don't know what to do about you, Marja." He whispered, his eyes meeting mine. "What do you mean? Also, what does 'Marja' mean?" I asked.

"I can't send you to camp and claim you, Marja. I don't have a cabin, so you would be stuck with all of the unclaimed children whose parents feel as though they were too important to claim their offspring. I can not claim you as I am not your average god, Marja." He looked back towards his shaky hands while I studied him. Was he being honest? "Marja means 'star in the sea' in one of the languages, Dutch, I believe." I smiled lightly at the man. I hated how trusting I was being, but I couldn't be mad. I had nobody. "What type of god are you then? If you are not an average god?" I asked.

"Do you know what a primordial is?" My eyes widened. "Yes, of course I do. Gods that controlled the world before those dumb Olympians came and started acting like they were the shit." I rolled my eyes, don't get me wrong, I love the gods like Apollo, Artemis, Hestia, Dionysus, Persephone, Ares and Aphrodite, and Hephaestus, and Hades, and others. It's just that the world was doing fine until the Olympians arrived. "Oh." I muttered, staring at his now pure glowing blue eyes and pastel green hair. "Oh fuck, I know who you are! You're —" My father cut me off. "Do not, speak of my name, Marja. It will cause attraction because —" Well, I really am my father's daughter because I cut him off as well. "Names have power." I stated excitedly. I knew that my obsession with greek mythology wasn't a waste, true, I was forgetting some of my stuff, but still!

"You truly are a gem." He smiled. I blushed lightly at the compliment. "Thank you." I muttered. "Would you like to go to camp halfblood? It is the only place where you may be safe." I thought for a moment. "Sure." I shrugged.

"But, I will warn you. I will not be able to claim you as I am a primordial and primordials supposedly do not have children." I nodded in underatanding. "If, by any chance, I do claim you, that means that I am I'm trouble and your identity as my daughter has been compromised." He then sighed. "In all honesty, if I claim you. It would be best if you killed yourself." I blinked. "Understandable." I stated. My father was a diplomatic god, and he was calm yet deadly. I, on the other hand, was overly emotional, and my mouth spoke before my head had time to process it.

"I'm sorry, Marja. I hope you know that I am not saying your name due to well, your namesake. No matter what happens, I hope you know that your father does really love you." He hesitated for a moment. "I hope that you become a strong fighter before I have to claim you." He stated, his voice filled with shame. "Nobody will know that you know your father, but you and I will know that you are my daughter, and I am your father." He paused, seemingly unsure of what to do. My eyes watered a bit as my father gave me a soft hug. I'm ashamed to admit that I clung onto him as if my life was depending on it. I sobbed into the arms of my father and held him close. He hummed a tone my mother to sing to me, a small lullaby in Nepali. It felt odd, hearing it after years and from a male voice, but I slowly closed my eyes and felt myself fall asleep in the arms of my father.

It was the last time I saw him.

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— hey guys, I know it's been long overdue. I'm so sorry. Hope you enjoy.
— I haven't re-read anything so js yeah