The forgotten daughter (a Percy Jackson fan fiction)

Chapter 12 (In the Rock)

-X's pov-
Well that's probably the millionth time I've been put to sleep by force. I guess it does work, though.
I'm in a small cavern with extremely poor lighting.
"Hello?" I say, more to myself.
"Child, is that you?" A deep, melancholy voice echos.
Familiar...
"Come closer" the voice commands softly.
I start over to where the voice begins. Because of the poor lighting, it feels like a mineshaft, damp and musty.
There's a light up ahead. One that could potentially come from an oil lamp. I follow the light.
"Yo" I say, almost casually. The voice didn't sound harmful, which is good.
"Ivy? Child, is that you?"
"Sorry, I can't see you yet but no, it's not" I reach the source of the light.
It's a small, square room, like a dirty guest bedroom. One corner occupies a pathetic excuse for a bed and in the middle, a wooden coffee table. And a man in a chair.
The man huddles himself in a rocking chair. His wispy white hair forms into a medium sized beard. Hair like mine shoots out of his skull. He looked like an older male version of me.
"Child" he says again "It is you, dear Ivy."
"My names not Ivy" I say, unsure if it's true. I didn't know my real name sooo...
"Yes, you are my daughter" he says happily
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"Daughter?" I ask, flabbergasted.
"Yes. You have come to join me."
That gets me angry "Yeah, I came to join you because you decided to go off and get the other gods angry so they take it out on me."
"And your mother-" he says distractedly. "Wait, did you say, they took their anger out on you?"
"Mmhmm"
"Well, I guess as father and daughter, we're closely linked. You must like you brothers and -"
"You didn't claim me"
"I was in a cave!"
"I don't know how we can be closely linked if I don't even know who you are"
"Yes" he says solemnly "I am Hypnos, lord of Sleep. And you are my offspring."
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I hate myself for thinking this but the first thing I think when I hear Hypnos confess is "why can't I have a cool and all powerful dad? Not a sleepy, old man that looks like a wizard.
Of course, I do hate myself for thinking that. I like him in a way that he's so kind and vulnerable.
But my dad?... I don't know.
"Then who's my mom?" I ask defensively.
"She's... dead" he says finally. A tear falls down is wizened face.
"But who?" I yell.
"She was beautiful, just like you are now."
"That doesn't help, old man!" I yell again.
"She was-"
Boom!

Sorry for that cliffhanger. It's a bit scattered but it'll all come together (I hope). As I said with the shout outs, I don't always give them but a shout out to my friend TheLegoSorterer. She gave a guess at her father but, I'm sorey, I just hope it was clear enough with the dreaming and the - . No, can't tell you YET. Maybe  later.
Peace, love, science
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