Chapter 3

I have been kidnapped by a sex goddess. Usually, something like that would sound fun but said sex goddess is apparently my mother. I have nothing against incest necessarily, besides the disabled children that can come out of the union, not that I fantasize about fucking my family members.

I have to wrap my head around the fact that my mother is a slut goddess. Again I don't have a problem when people are sexually open but I certainly don't appreciate it when that person is my mother. Now I have to deal with the equivalent of 12-year-old Xbox children who will taunt me that they had sex with my mother last night and the shitty part is, that it can be true.

Getting out of bed I made my way towards the closest person for information. The first thing I notice is that I am practically fine even after my car crash, which is nice. Walking towards a girl in her middle or late adolescence who was sitting in front of a mirror.

She had blonde hair, green eyes and tanned skin. She was beautiful, I felt no lust for her since my body hasn't gone through puberty but I could intellectually admire her.

"Hello, miss. Can you tell me where I am?" I ask since Aphrodite could be lying, I know I am being paranoid but Greek Gods aren't known for caring about their children. For all I know I am in a brothel, maybe my bitch of a mother wanted me to get experience there.

"Good. You are awake. Welcome to Camp-Halfblood, little brother. My name is Georgia." The older girl gives me a bright smile.

I blink indicating my faux-disbelief. "You're my sister... Makes sense I guess ... How did your kidnapping go?"

"I wasn't kidnapped, my mother's voice led me here."

"Nice. I was only knocked out, no big deal." I say and she just stares at me weirdly. "Where are my manners, my name is Ezra."

This isn't a surprise since you don't expect someone to be so nonchalant. Though my nonchalance is just a coping mechanism I am currently using to get over the fact that I was basically kidnapped.

Even though I am actually an adult you can't just instantly get over the fact that a goddess kidnapped you with no effort whatsoever.

"Don't tell anyone our mother led us here. She isn't supposed to interact with us, but mother doesn't really care about the rules too much."

"Okay, Georgia. What should I do now?" I ask unsure. I dislike things that are out of my control and so far that is exactly what is happening

"How about I give you a tour before our mother claims you. Since you're not technically supposed to live here yet." She suggests and I am quick to take the offer. We headed outside and the place was kind of underwhelming. For a child soldier program, I expected more.

"This is our cabin, there are 11 other cabins. Ours is quite distinctive compared to the rest so I am sure you won't get lost.," Georgia said.

It was a wooden cabin with a painted blue roof, pillars, checkerboard deck with steps and grey walls. The smell reminded me of my ex-girlfriend who used to wear designer perfume. I clenched my fists at the thought of the insane bitch who killed me before getting control of myself.

She began to show me the rest of the cabins. "This is the Hermes cabin. Unclaimed children and children of Hermes call this their home. Oh, You probably don't know who any of these people are, well Hermes is basically the god of thieves among other things."

She then led me along with the other cabins while giving me some basic knowledge of the gods of those cabins, which I had to pretend was informative. I am not a Greek expert but I knew more than her in some areas but she had tidbits of information that I didn't know or forgot like the fact that Dionysus isn't here.

We even passed the other campers as well as a few of my siblings. I feel like at my grandfather's funeral again where all my relatives just swarmed my house. Dismissing all those negative thoughts I resume my tour. I didn't get to know anyone else really except for Georgia since these kids were really dismissive of me. Not that I can blame them, kids suck.

"I am sure you are hungry so let's get something to eat at the dining pavilion," Georgia suggested and I didn't see a point to refute. "You would have to sit with the Hermes children though since you haven't been claimed yet."

"What do you mean by claimed," I asked, playing the role of the ignorant child, which was annoying. My annoyance is sapped by seeing myself suddenly glow pink. "Bloody hell."

"Hey, language. Where did you learn those words?" My sister said as I looked at her as if she was insane. I am turning pink and she is focusing on my foul language.

"My father used to say those words whenever he was mad or afraid," I said while forcing myself to calm down.

"Oh." She awkwardly said. "On the bright side, you have been claimed." She said as she showed me a mirror which was surprising since who the fuck carried a mirror with them.

Is she trying to be a stereotypical daughter of Aphrodite? No, a stereotypical daughter of Aphrodite would be like Piper trying hard to show she doesn't care about her beauty and behave like a tomboy. Okay, now that I think about it, both behaviours are stereotypical of children of Aphrodite. This means I will soon be doubly stereotypical since I actually care about my appearance and would want to be a badass

The mirror she put in front of me had the image of myself wearing an absurd amount of makeup and the most uncomfortable 1930's tuxedo and a weird hat. Fucking blasphemy, I wouldn't even like it if my girlfriend wore this amount of makeup let alone myself. What can I say, I like natural beauty over artificial beauty.

"Damn wanker. Get this off me." I said before dislodging myself from the bowler hat. Which caused my escort to giggle. I gave her my best glare which didn't intimidate her in the slightest. I could give James Charles a run for his money with the amount of makeup I had on and I knew it would always cringe in the future when I remember this moment.

"Hey, it's fine all of us went through this, this is your claiming. Besides you look adorable." She said. "Now let's get something to eat. I am starving."

"Fine. It's fine, my social life won't get ruined by this." I said, trying to convince myself. I won't be a midget… I mean child for long.