Flute of the Huntress

Chapter 3

Hank Thomason's Pov;

(I always did wonder, who and what am I?)

I never really knew my mother. From what my father tells me she died from a wolf attack when was I three years old. Before I was born till now they lived with nature is how my mom would sometimes say. At times though, he says that I'm a little bit like her; from our makeshift brown/green eyes, sense of justice, and our love for plantation/music. And yet, I achieved the black hair, light brown skin, and a sense of adventure from him.

Though dealing with her death was hard for him he says that; "Even though she's gone mentally, spiritually she's alive inside us both."

Since then, it's just been the two us against the world. However, ever since I turned fifteen, I felt like I'm not entirely me. In a way, it feels like I'm more then what I'm realized to be after some years passed when I turned twenty-three. And yet, the only other person who could offer this information is gone. For when I was eighteen my dad wanted to tell me something regarding my mom ever since I told him what's been happening to me.

And yet, he never got the chance. For at the age of sixty-two he died from a heart attack. He always had heart problems while I was growing up, I guess that it was just his time to go. Things have been lonely at times since my mom didn't have family members on her. As for my dad, there's only his parents; my grandparents who live far away, though we made things work ok. Besides, I'm mostly glad that he got to now be reunited with mom and now they're together.

A few years after dad died, I traveled here/there and found exotic things left uncovered through time. However what I never expected to see a small secret passage, hidden within my parents' house that now became my house under the wooden floorboards was a letter that said; For Hank and the words Play Me and with it, a videotape.

Seeing that the letter was a handwritten note from my father I played the video.

Waiting for the static to clear it showed a young version of my dad and a woman. Remembering the pictures of my mother that was around the house, I knew right then and there that it was her, my mom in the living flesh.

"Hello, Hank. Now I don't know if you realize this or not, but my name Annabeth and I'm your mother. We made this video for you a few months ago after you were born since sooner or later your father and I may not be around for long. We know that one day you will experience something that's unexplainable happening to you. And the reason for that is because of me."

"Your mother may be right about that; however, the fault mostly lies on my part as well. For you see son, your is technically not a human being. But something that is of the supernatural, for she's an elf. Hank everything that we thought was a fantasy is all real, witches werewolves everything and more is real. I didn't want to believe it first, but what your mother has shown me and can do all on her own I would have never thought it possible if I did not see it with my own eyes."

"Hank darling, we know that this is a strong thing to process over and also to feel alone, but you're not. There are others who are also born with human DNA just like you. Remember, just because you're different doesn't mean you're not special. Don't hide who you are."

"And to always remember my boy. That we love you for who you are, not for what you are."

After that, the video ended while I began to cry my eyes out silently. But I didn't cry out of anger form my parents not telling me, or from them keeping this secret from me, I cried because my parent shad go through this kind of life before I was even born. However, I wish for their happiness as for what they stated. For I will express who I am from what I am. And that's a promise to not only me but for them as well.

The next picture is the villa where Gaia resides in and where she mostly travels.