Son of Aphrodite

I grew up pretty happily, for a demigod. My life wasn't too bad.

I was born to Jamal Erastis and Aphrodite, but I knew neither of them. Once I was born, Aphrodite sent me to a family who agreed to adopt me. Aphrodite told my foster parents who she was, and who I was, and made them swear never to tell me until monsters began attacking our family.

The moment I was born, or so Aphrodite told me in a dream the night I came to Camp Half-Blood, Apollo had warned Aphrodite that the child (me) would have powers far beyond that of an ordinary son of Aphrodite. I would be the strongest of all those residing in Cabin Ten.

So, I grew up like a regular mortal for thirteen years, during which I never had the slightest inkling that I wasn't normal. But that all changed one night when a satyr randomly showed up at my doorstep.

TO BE CONTINUED...