Riova was sitting with her mother, all her life it has always been just them. She always wondered who her father was, and why he just abandoned them like that. She was kind of sad, angry, and confused about it. Now she was thirteen, every time she asked her she never really got any clear answer about who he was. Just, he is busy and someone important. She looked at her. “Mom, I am a teenager. I wish you would stop holding the truth from me and tell me just who my father was. Please, I just want to know!”
Her mother sighed.“I don't think you would believe me if I told you. I am not sure you should really know, it might go to your head.”
“Mom I am not the type to be an egomaniac, it makes me wonder more who he is with all the secrecy.” she frowns a bit, thinking it is unfair to have it hidden from her..
“Nobody should know, but I fear someday it will be as clear as day who he is.” Her mother sighed. “I will tell you, but you cannot say who it is to anyone else, you understand?”
Riova blinks a bit.Why couldn't she tell anyone she wondered? She was bursting with curiosity.”I promise to tell nobody.”
“Your father is...well Zeus.” her mother blushed.
“What? You mean I am a demigod?” she stared at her mother, now everything she said made sense.
“Yes...you are,that is why you will be going to this camp where others like you go.”Her mother bit her lip, looking nervous.
“Oh, a camp? That sounds like fun. I can't wait!” she begins to fill up a suitcase full of clothes.
“You must wear this, this will make them think your father is some other god.” she puts a golden pin on her.
“I feel weird about lying, why can't they know it is Zeus?” Riova frowned.
“It is because of who I am Riova...I am Egyptian and he is Greek..”
“Why does that even matter? This camp has some weird rules.” she snorted
“Just do this for me Riova, please.” her mother begged.
“Ok Mom, I will do anything for you.” she hugs her.
“Thank you dear,I love you honey.” Her mother played with her daughter's hair.
“I love you too mom, what kind of things do they do at this camp?” she finished packing,
“Training, it will be hard work.” her mother put in some more things.
“Training for what?” Riova closed the suitcase.
“You are a hero,being a child of a God. There will be many things you need to do.”her mother explained.
“I don't feel like a hero, or a child of a God either. I just feel like me.”Riova sighed.
“This camp will boost your self esteem and help you to feel worthy. Oh, the chariot is coming for you dear. Try to have some fun and make friends too.”her mother waves.
“Bye mom, I will.” Riova sat in the chariot , wondering about the people she would meet. She was always different then the people she knew in her life,maybe these folks would be more like her. She wanted friends badly.
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