Cupid's Son

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I knew who I was. I knew who my father was and why everyone hates me. I understood why my father didn't have a cabin and why I had to sleep in the big house on a blanket. I also got why the Aphrodite kids all hated me more than anyone else. And yet I still screamed at my father every night asking why it had to be this way. I knew he never answered. I still did it every night.

I think waking up was the worst part of the whole day. I had dreams of being normal, but the sound of the horn ripped me out of my fantasies every time. The horror of looking in the mirrors and seeing the things that made me different. Wings. White, fluffy plumed wings that could carry me to a place as normal as the Big House or into battle. Walking out of the big House only to have campers gawk at me made me turn red and walk faster to my chair. That's right, since I didn't have a cabin or a table I was forced to eat in a lawn chair. But the worst part was Drew. Every morning she would make this big speech, just loud enough for me to hear, about how having a child of Cupid is an insult to her mother and that I should not be allowed. The torture continued as people stared and I looked away. I can't get angry at them or yell or do anything unloving. Because as my father said, "It takes away from my reputation as the love god." Whatever, I know they wouldn't care about what I was saying or even listen. They know I am just as incapable with words as I am with a weapon. The only weapon I can actually manage is my staff. Two pieces of wood entwined like snakes with a pulse of pink light hovering above it. I haven't figured what it can do other than make people fall in love, and that only lasts for a couple minutes. 3 exactly. It sucks.

If I were to describe myself I would say that I am fairly lean. Everybody always thinks that Cupid is this fat and pudgy baby but in reality he's not. He looks like a really buff, guy version of Aphrodite. He is Aphrodite's son, so it makes sense. He reflects, in a guy version what the viewer looks for in beauty. So I look kind of like that but, you know, younger and I have a light pink aura. I feel so manly. I have dark brown hair and glassy blue eyes That make me look as if I am not in this world. I grew up in the Hermes cabin not knowing who I was or where I came from. My wings only came in three days ago. Three days, four hours and 29 minutes ago I became the freak among freaks.