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Jan. 11th, 2013 10:59 amWhen you were just a baby...
... you remembered a warm presence. A smile like the sun, a brush of a hand against of against your cheek that felt like the wind. You don't know who they were, all you know is that they meant a great deal to you. You were skilled far beyond what effort you put forth in certain things. Animals sometimes flocked to you or favored you. As you grew, you slowly forgot this presence and these oddities, though certain events made a feeling of loneliness and curiosity grow in your stomach, as if you were missing someone you never knew.
Those feelings are the eyes and blessings of your parent following you. Not your parent in this world, but your real parent. On the day you were born, they sent you away to the world you live in now. There was a quest that needed a hero, and there was no one to complete it. Or maybe there was a danger at home and they sent you away to protect you. The oracle spoke of your future in another land. Whatever reason, they did it, they believe, out of love. You are their child, and they loved the man or woman who helped create you. You're destined for great things.
You're a demi-god, after all. And your parents have finally summoned you home, to the 600th floor of the Empire State Building: Mount Olympus.