I thought I was straight. I’d swear it on my grandpa’s grave, gods bless his soul. Then HE came along. Let’s just say… I was completely wrong.

I grew up in a home where everyone was god-fearing. After all, my father was one. He is known as ‘Apollo,’ god of music and poetry among other things. The reason he fell for my mother is likely because of how experienced she was in the medical field. Even though he was Greek, my mother believed in other deities, specifically God and Jesus. She’s Christian… I think?

Anyway, her beliefs are rigid. She is a religious woman who refuses to believe what my father has shown her.

She allowed me to join Saelonia, Academy of the Arts after I practically begged her to. I don’t normally beg, but the both of us had heard great things.

In my dreams, I’d seen it. I knew I HAD to study there! The school was secretly one of magic. One of the reasons I had been aching to go was because I only recently learned that my father is a god and that he teaches there.

The powers that were normally seen in Apollo’s children, I learned, are magic proficiency, archery, athletics, the arts, music, vitakinesis (healing), audiokinesis, photokinesis, and precognition, though photokinesis is rarer.

I noticed that I have quite a few of these and it scares me. I could potentially hurt someone and not know how to fix it! I decided that I would, shamefully, trick my mother into allowing me to attend. It worked.

“Hey, Mom?” I called.

“What is it, Theo?” she replied, stepping into my room.

“About Saelonia…” I trailed off, considering telling her the truth.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked.

“I… um, well. I was going to tell you that… I r-really nervous,” I lied again. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I will too,” Mom agreed softly. “You’re a good kid, I don’t worry about your behaviour. Although, your room IS a mess. Try not to make people angry over there,” she commented.

“I’ll try,” I replied with a grin.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine…” she assured me.

“Yeah, I’ll have fun too!” I tried to encourage myself.

My mother stared at me for a second, as if seriously wondering if I was completely fine.

“Are you sick?” she asked.

“No… I would know, Mom,” I answered, smiling. “Just nervous about the fact that school already started like a month ago.”

“Well then…”

“Hey, I wanted to ask if I could use my phone to look up something. I want to write,” I told her.

She nodded and waved me off, leaving the room and allowing a dead silence to set in. I smiled to myself and began researching greek mythology.

A/N: I cringe, but I guess it gets better as the story progresses.