Dad worked as a business man in Chicago, he owned like 10 companies just when he was 25, since my grandfather (who was a millionaire) died when dad was 18, giving him all that he owned, as said in his will. So he dated a lot of girls, and most ended up being just interested in his money, until he tried an experiment. He decided to stop working and start only dating, so women wouldn't know who he really was.
He did that, until, he went to Canada, just to sightsee, and found someone named Khalia (Khione) in a restaurant: he was looking for the bathroom, and when he was going to enter the male's one, Khalia came out the girl's bathroom and both tripped. Typical story: they got to have dinner together, since both were all forever alone, then they were a couple, then they got drunk, and BOOM! I was conceived. Khalia left my dad, he got sad and depressed, which led into mayor problems later on my life.
Five months later, a basket was left in front door of his mansion with a note explaining the truth and camp, a skull-shaped crystal charm, with a post-it on how to use it, and most importantly: me. He stayed in Canada, only he moved from Quebec, (were he met Khione) to Montreal, which was really near. He also monitored his companies from Canada, and opened new ones as well.
My dad hated me, because I reminded him of Khalia (since I didn't look like my father at all, I suppose he was right). He would always get drunk, and since 4 years old, all of my free time would need to be spent in cleaning the house, if I didn't, he'd spanked me, unluckily, even though I would always clean the house and never leave a dirty spot, every day he would spank me. That's why I am afraid of dirty things. He would never hire a maiden, since he was afraid he might fall in love again with someone and get heartbroken again.
Despite that, when I was 7, he married a women named Dafne who I guess was nice to me, since she never treated me bad, and kinda made dad keep out from alcohol for a while. Although, I never got to socialize with her, she would be working alI day, so I almost couldn't get to see her.
I went to a public school at 8, were I was a ghost: nobody hated me, nobody liked me, nobody knew I existed. So I decided I would skip school and go to the library to self-teach myself with books. First, I started with 40 paged books, and when I was 11, I would normally rent pre-algebra and advanced chemistry 700 paged textbooks, as well as novels.
Da wouldn't let me go nowhere, except the grocery store and the drug store, we couldn't even go to the cinema. It was a really unhappy time for me, I was a kid, and I couldn't play with anyone, not even myself. I couldn't do anything that related with fun.
Then from depression worse depression, dad started to have a drug adiction and now, he would not spank me anymore. He whipped me with his belt. So I started to be even cleaner, and he stopped whipping me, even though I was already marked all over my back.
First Monster Attack:
When I turned 12, dad surprisingly gave me a gift: the charm, and a wristband to hold it, he told me how to use it, when I were in trouble. When I was 13 and a half, I was coming back from the library I saw a snake-human creature hissing towards me. I decided to smash the skull, and a scythe appeared in my hand. Not familiarized with it, I slashed the air several times, the snake-girl hissed and hissed, and hit me in the gut with her weapon, opening a big wound, I lost balance and fell, but when she was walking toward me, I rapidly stood up, and luckily slashed the dracaena's head, turning it into golden dust. I decided not to tell my father, since he would think I had mental problems.
I turned 14, and as a "week-delayed" gift, nice giant scorpion came to visit me. It's pincers thrashed all the way through the streets, and I wondered what mortals were seeing. Probably just bursting trash cans out of nowhere and a small scorpion. It got to pinch my leg, but still with my scythe on hand, I cut one of its pincers with a lot of effort, then I stood up, and saw that it would be impossible to kill it with all its armor, so then I saw a chink and side-stabbed him in. It turned into dust. As I expected it, the monster was harder to kill. But I was better with my scythe as well.
Even though, I wasn't taking any chances, I told my father, and as I believed, he said I had mental problems, which in this case, he had, since the drugs where affecting his brain, which made him probably forget I was a demigod. He made me mental exams, and the results were: I had dyslexia, and I was ADHD. He then started crying and told me the truth, I was a demigod. So he sent me to camp where I trained a lot. But I somehow knew that that place wasn't for me. They didn't even have a cabin for my mom. Which claimed me as soon as I got there. I stayed there for six months. So I called my father, and he went and took me home. Nevertheless, he still treated me very bad, but I didn't know how I could tell the authorities.
When I was 15 and a half, a hellhound found me, and again, I got to defeated easier, now that I knew my scythe better. I gave up the secret and told the authorities how abusive he was, so they sent me to a boarding school in Ontario. That's when I started training: my despair would go when I trained.
When I was 16 and a half, the same time I got to escape the school, I found a cyclopes, and after a long fight, and gashes all over my body, I finally defeated the monster. I passed out in the middle of the street. When I woke up, I was in bedroom, my real bedroom. Dafne was at the side of my bed and told me that the police had called, and that she had taken me here, as well as my father dying from a drug overdose. I mourned him for days and stayed at home, maybe she didn't make me go to the boarding school, just because of pity.
A year passed and a fire breathing horse got me. I got to slash many times, only making him angrier, which made most of my clothes get scorched as well as some minor burns in my chest, I finally got to defeat it, by first cutting one leg of it, and then, when it fell down, his head.
Now that I was 18 years old and three months, 4 stymphalian birds caught me. I got to defeat them, but I was getting worse, more gashes had opened, I had more scars etc. Dafne eventually noticed when I was changing in my room, and she asked me to explain it to her. I told her the truth, and she believed me, she told me she was a demigod as well: a child of Hera.
Coming to the BC:
She told me about her going to a sanctuary called the Broken Covenant, how she wanted fairness for the demigods, and the end of the rule for the gods. It all made sense, I got there with her, since I didn't know were it was.
First we went on a plane, then by bus, and finally walking through the forest where we killed another dracaena, we found the sanctuary. I was here, with people of my kind, with my family, the real one