Just imagine being a son of Aphrodite and you're a great fighter and are at war. Now imagine your mom, that wants to prove her children are more than just pretty people, is on the sidelines and is cheering you on. "Yeah! Way to stab that one!"
"Great swing!"
"Way to fight stuff!"
"Yeah! Swingy swingy stabby stabby!!!"
Because she knows next to nothing when it comes to fighting.
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Problems of a Teenage Demigod
FanfictionRandom thoughts, ideas, and moments of me, a teenage demigod.
