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Dia confronted Aidon on her next greek class before Mr. Phaeton could arrive. She blocked his path in the near empty hallway and stared up at him, determined to not let him faze her.

"I want some-No. I 'need' some explanations."  She hissed at him.

"Well you aren't getting any." He tried to walk past her but she stopped him,

"I deserve some I had your blood on my body." She could have sworn he struggled to keep in his laughter.

"Yeah that's your fault too. If you hadn't interrupted that man could've-" he stopped. "Whatever." He shoved her gently aside, which on his part was super easy as she was extremely light compared to him.

"Could have what?" She asked, not bothering to block him this time.

"Ask yourself." He raised both his hands up and gave her the finger.

"Very mature." She rolled her eyes. He turned to face her.

"Definitely more mature than you ever could manage, with your whiny little attitude and your o-so-seductive face." He froze. What did he just say?

"Excuse me?" She muttered. He put on a pokerface, his blank bitch face and stepped right up to her, so that he was only inches away, his breath hot on her skin as she looked up at him. He was furious.

"Stay out of my life."

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Dia froze as her eyes landed on the newspaper on the coffee table in her lounge. She bent down and picked it up, reading the headlines.

Homeless man found dead after construction workers carelessly tear down building. Society for Helping the Homeless (SHH) ready to press charges.

She looked at the photo on the paper. That is so weird... She thought to herself. Why did that alley look so...

Then it hit her. He was that man-Mr. Hudson was it? No, Housten. The one Aidon had tried to kill that night before apologising. But... How did he know the man would die painfully? She recalled Aidon apologizing for not being able to take away the man's life less painfully.

Why? How?!

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She resorted to the only man who could help her.

Mr. Phaeton.

"So you're here to know why? I'll tell you why. And the Moirai can suck my balls if I give a care." Mr. Phaeton began.

"First, I am so sorry for interrupting but what is the Moirai?" Dia fumbled with her hands.

"Well, we call them the Fates. They spin the threads of life. You'll learn that in the next class I don't get paid for giving free tuition so I'll shut it. So, what's your question again?"

"Wait... Something about the Moirai; what significance does a gold thread hold?" She asked.

"Where did you learn that?" Mr. Phaeton frowned.

"I... The woman in my dreams told me. As far as I know; her name starts with an A." She shifted in her seat, trying to avoid Mr. Phaeton's gaze.

"So it is almost time..." He muttered. "What happened when she tried to tell you her name?"

"I woke up."

"Ah... Good. Good. So it is time I did this." He took a deep breath. "Listen Dia, I'm going to tell you a story. Whether you believe it or not now, is up to the Moirai, but I am meant to tell you this now."

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Nearly two decades ago, the Olympians decided that they needed a new line. A new generation of their own to continue as they retired, not entirely but partially from their activities as the deities. The decision was taken by the God of all Gods, Zeus. His decision was backed up by his aunt, Aphrodite, and his two brothers, Poseidon, and Hades.

Zeus's wife, Hera came up with the idea, not because they were growing weak, but because they had dreamed of a child for so long. They already had many children before, many of them who were already among the 12 Olympic Gods, but that was a long time ago. They somehow got it in their heads that there had to be a new line of Gods. Ones who would take over their roles to be worshipped and respected.

Some legends tell that Hera was infertile, and that that was the reason for why Zeus had so many children with mortals. Which is not necessarily true. It was just the God's mistake.

Hera was simply afraid of letting Olympus fall. So they brought forth the idea and it had been accepted. 10 of the main Olympian Gods all had new children, with their respective said partner. The new ChildGods were addressed as The Olympian Heirs.

However, when one of the minor gods, Agathodaemon, the God of Fortune telling found out, he gave a prophecy.

A prophecy claiming that one child of two Gods would wreak havoc in Olympus, tearing it down, just as Hera had feared.

Upon many discussions, when most of the Olympian Heirs were only less than 4 years of countable mortal age, The Olympic Gods came to a decision.

They had to forbid their children from entering Olympus in order for it to stand tall. They erased the little memories the heirs had of their parents before sending them down to Earth, forever locked away from their true parents, and left to dwell among mortals, as one of them.

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"What?!" Dia stared at Mr. Phaeton is disbelief. "You used all that time, to tell me some lame ass story about some weird untold tale of the Greek mythology when you could have answered my question about Aidon?" She flared, crossing her arms across his chest. Mr. Phaeton groaned.

"Listen up here kid, that wasn't some mere untold story. Right now, as we speak, among this very earth walk 7 other Olympian Heirs. GODS!" He yelled at her.

"Are you joking?" She scoffed. This pissed him off and he turned to her, his eyes actually blazing with heat and fire.

"Remember the story about the sun god's child?" He asked her, a smirk on his lips.

"The one Zeus killed because of the sun chariot?" Dia questioned.

"Wrong." Mr. Phaeton gave her a strong look. "Zeus never killed him."

"How do you know this?" She flared hotly, annoyed that he was acting so immature when all of a sudden, a blazing hot ball of fire engulfed Mr. Phaeton's hand as he held it up. She stared in pure shock, her eyes full of amazement and questions began to devour her mind. Her jaw hung open and Mr. Phaeton studied the flames calmly.

"Because..." Mr. Phaeton sighed. "You're looking at him now."