Forgotten memories

I have gay parents

I gulped, feeling the intense gaze of an ancient being upon me. Artemis's eyes shifted from disgust and anger to a softer, warmer expression. Despite the freezing weather, her change in demeanor sent a warm shiver down my spine. She circled around me, studying me intently, before stopping in front of me.

"Your memories are gone, right?" she asked, and after a moment of hesitation, I nodded slightly.

Before I could inquire further, she, being a goddess, asserted her knowledge. "I am a goddess, Godling. I know your memories are gone, but why, I don't know." Her tone was soft, giving no indication of her awareness regarding my memory loss. "You have questions for us, right?" she guessed.

As all eyes were fixed on me, I raised the burning question. "The manticore called you..." I pointed to Percy. "He called you Son of Poseidon. And you..." I turned back to the goddess. "You called me godling..."

She nodded, proceeding to enlighten me about the Greek gods and their influence on the world. She described the prohibition known as the ban of the big three – Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades – from having children with mortals due to their overpowering abilities. As Percy and Thalia revealed their divine parentage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment.

"If I'm a demigod," I paused, anxiety creeping in. "Who is my godly parent? I have no memory of anything, but I possess a magical bow, a bronze dagger, and knowledge about monsters! What is happening?" I began to panic.

"Don't worry, child. You will meet your father shortly," she assured, her tone soft yet restrained.

"What do you mean? Am I going to meet them?" I started to ask, but she cut me off.

"You're a product of my brother, and luckily, he's going to give you all a ride!" she declared, gesturing towards the horizon. As Artemis assured us that dawn was approaching, the group prepared to leave. The goddess gazed towards the east, leaving me puzzled about how I knew the direction she faced despite my memory loss.

As the sky gradually lightened, Artemis grumbled, "About time. He's so-o-o lazy during the winter."

"You're, um, waiting for sunrise?" I inquired.

"For my brother. Yes," Artemis replied. I refrained from being rude, aware of the legends surrounding Apollo, or sometimes Helios, driving the sun chariot. However, the scientific knowledge that the sun was a distant star made me skeptical about Apollo's role in its movement.

"It's not exactly as you think," Artemis said, reading my thoughts. "Oh, okay," I began to relax. "So, it's not like he'll be pulling up in a—"

A sudden burst of light on the horizon interrupted me. A blast of warmth followed. "Don't look," Artemis advised. "Not until he parks." I averted my eyes, as did the others. The light and warmth intensified until my winter coat felt like it was melting off. When I finally looked, I couldn't believe it – a red convertible Maserati Spyder, glowing with heat, surrounded by a melted circle of snow.

The driver, appearing about seventeen or eighteen, emerged with a smile. For a moment, an uneasy feeling of familiarity struck me, but I couldn't place it. This guy, tall and handsome, resembled me in some ways but lacked the scar on my face. Thalia, commenting on Apollo's appearance, added a humorous touch to the situation.

"Little sister!" Apollo called, and his joyful demeanor changed upon seeing Artemis in her twenties rather than as a 12-year-old. After a silent exchange with her, he turned to me, igniting a sense of recognition. With increased cheerfulness, he inquired about Artemis, expressing concern about her lack of communication.

Artemis clarified their twin status, prompting Apollo to ask about their perpetual argument. When he noticed the group, he jokingly suggested they needed archery tips. Artemis, seeking a favor, requested him to transport her companions to Camp Half-Blood.