"It’s the last one, isn’t it?" Hebe asked her husband, Heracles who stood by the door, watching the messenger fly with his winged horse.
"Yes, it is."
"How many letter have you send already?"
"Only six," Heracles answered. He looked at his wife and continued. "That last one is for Heather Gray, Demeter’s daughter. I’ve send one to Tyler Williams last week, he’s son of Hecate. Last month to Tyche’s son, Ryan Wallace, Pan’s daughter, Serenity Daly and the other two are the muses’ children."
"Six? It seems maybe ‘they’ realize it’s not wise to knocked up mortals after all. Or being knocked up by them."
Heracles chuckles quietly. “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”
Hebe glanced at her husband and shook her head. “You’re always hungry. Come inside,” She closed the door behind them.
"Whoa…waitasec," Tyler stared at his father. "What did you just said?" His father looked around his room, tried not to look at Tyler.
Tyler asked again, “My mother is who?”
His father looked at Tyler and sighed. He tried again, “Your mother is Hecate, one of the Greek Goddess, although I first know her as Henrietta. She is the goddess of magic and witchcraft. It means that you are a demigod, a half-god, a half-blood, or whatever they called it. And that’s why you got this letter.”
Tyler stopped staring at his father and stared at the letter instead. It’s an acceptance letter from Pantheon Academy. His father continued, “It’s a school, a boarding high school for people like you. I mean for the sons and daughters of the Gods and Goddesses. I think it’s in an island, Island of Olympian they cal…” Tyler raised his hand to stop his father rambling.
"Why you didn’t tell me this earlier? Why now?"
His father sighed again. “There’s a spell upon us, the mortal parent or guardian. We can’t tell you until you reach 15.”