FOR AMIRA, being a demi-god was hard— being an unknown child of Hera was even harder. Yet she didn't know any of that, at-least not yet.
Most of it started when she was young. When she started developing weird emotions, when she began promising that she saw something that others didn't. She saw things in her mind that wasn't even there. She always questioned her classmates if they say the same thing.
Amira always asked them the same thing, always questioned the people sitting beside her if they saw the same blonde, curly haired boy outside the glass of the door.
Though her father paid no mind to her 'silly' rambling, but that didn't mean he didn't hear her.
He knew what it all meant, she was near the age now.
