The Unknown God/Goddess

Her Mother

Austin's P.O.V

We came down after Mr. Wilson had called us for breakfast. Their breakfast was always lovely and lively. I feel like I'm missing something when I see them both smiling at each other, teasing each other and just plain playful. I envy the normal interactions between families because I don't have those. I didn't experience those. Maybe in another universe or after my immortal life dies, maybe I will be reborn into a normal family. 

"Good morning, Dad!" Rafaela says, chirpy as always. The smile on her face as she gives her father a kiss on the cheek was always a sight for me every morning that I sleep here. 

"Good morning, darling." his father's voice was always so casual and so calm. I like listening to him when he speaks. You understand me? Like, it's so calm that every fast-paced things seem supersonic. Not just his manner of speaking, but also his voice. It wasn't gruff and manly, it was in the middle. Like an old man, but not that old, that chose to stay calm at all times. 

"Good morning, Mr. Wilson," now that I'm thinking about it, he still doesn't know that I'm a creation of Erebus. I guess he doesn't need to necessarily know that but still, I feel like I'm tricking him or something. 

Rafaela and I sat down, side by side, smiles on our faces. 

"Good morning, Your Highness," his smile reaches his eyes with a hint of adoration. It seems that he has come to like me as his own as well. Well, it can't be helped, since I practically live here. 

His smile fades sooner than usual and his eyes were looking all over the place. Rafaela was too busy admiring the food, again, to notice. He was being fidgety and squirmy than usual. He was always focused, so the change of his  morning manners was a concern for me. 

"Is everything alright, Mr. Wilson?" my question made Rafaela stop ogling at the food and faced her father, displaying the same concern that I had for him. 

"Ah, I don't know where to, uh, start." he stutters.

"Dad? Is there something you want to tell me?" 

Mr. Wilson clears his throat. He inhales, sucking in bravery as he does so. His restless eyes became firm as he stands tall in front of us.

"Your mother is here," I look over at Rafaela. I could see it in her face that she has trouble believing him. 

"You're always doing this. Come on, Dad." Rafaela tries to shrug off the statement and looks at the food again. I could tell that she was somewhat bothered by it. She had dismissed of it before she could say anything else. 

Was Mr. Wilson openly joking about matters like this? Perhaps to ease up the time that it really does happen? Such as now? His face didn't waver and he didn't move a single muscle. 

"Mhm, this looks delicious, Dad." Rafaela talks, but Mr. Wilson wasn't listening. 

Should I leave or not? Am I in the right place but in the wrong time? Should I not interrupt them? Maybe I should go. I TRY to stand up but Rafaela grabbed my hand under the table. She was gripping on my hand tightly. I look over at Mr. Wilson who was still looking at Rafaela. 

"I'll go and get some water. I'll be right back." she reluctantly releases my hand. I give Rafaela a smile before walking away. 

I did get myself a water, and I drank it, so it was half-truth. I slowed my pace down, waiting for them to open up together. I stayed on the door and tried to listen to them. 

"Rafaela," 

"Dad, please don't. It's still so early in the morning and for once, I finally feel free." 

Ooh. I hear Mr. Wilson sigh. I hear a chair being dragged and then stops. 

"This is all because of me so can you at least hear what she wants to say?" 

"Why is this your fault? She's the one that left us," I could sense that Rafaela was holding in on her voice. She sounded so broken. 

"Rafaela," 

"No, I won't. Just, please, not now." I hear a chair being pushed abruptly, and stomping of feet until it disappeared. 

Rafaela walked away. I went back to the dining room and found Mr. Wilson troubled. His head was down and he kept on sighing. I want to do something for him, for them, so they can all be relaxed. But before that, I need to ask Mr. Wilson something. He said something like this being his fault and I want to know why that is. 

"Mr. Wilson?" he looks up to me, surprised. Maybe he forgot that I was still here. He has a lot to worry about, I don't want to add. 

"Ah, sorry about that."

"Oh, no, please. If I can help, I would love to." 

I sit back to where I sat before and gave him all my attention. It isn't always easy being the one that receives it that's why I understand Rafaela's outburst. It's never easy being the one experiencing it. I could imagine how she'd cry when she was little with no mother. Or other kids bullying her because she was alone. It must have been hard for her when she had her first period and her mother isn't anywhere near to ask for help. 

Thankfully, I don't do periods. She has no one to talk to about girl problems. Maybe that's the reason why she hates being vulnerable and she cringes when I say something corny or sweet. She didn't grow up exposed to that. Ah, who am I to say anything. I don't even have real parents. I shake my head, stopping my own self-pity before it gets anywhere. 

"Her mother, you actually met her before." 

"Oh?" 

How is that possible? I've been to Olympus all my life and sometimes in the underworld. I haven't met that many people here. I could only remember so many faces and I don't even know their names. All of them were at school. How is that possible? 

"Yes," he pauses and smiles to himself. 

"Who is she?" 

"She's the caretakes of Athena's daughter." as exaggerated as it is, I stood up abruptly, slammed my hands on the table, causing the food to jump and disorganize themselves while my mouth hang open. 

"NO WAY," WHAT A SMALL WORLD! 

THAT woman is Rafaela's mother? I mean it not in a bad way but in a guilty way. Rafaela's mother also has green eyes, a beautiful face and an exotic figure. She isn't old or lanky or saggy. I think the goddess of youth, Hebe, blessed her with prolonged youth, meaning she won't be getting lanky any time soon, plus she's in Olympus, where divinity is always present, meaning you very body is being protected by any abnormalities. 

Rafaela's mother has such a great figure that I sometimes think of naughty stuffs with her, glad I didn't do anything. Sheesh, that would be awkward. She was the kindest woman ever who saw me as a mischievous child playing with Mine. She always makes us cookies. Her cookies tasted so different from ours, from texture to taste, that was why I liked it. 

I knew she was a human and I guess that's where my fascination of the human world started. She was beyond anyone's imagination. I could really see the resemblance in the two. The green eyes, the sleep brows, the golden blonde hair and the smile. 

"It wasn't by coincidence," my imagination stopped and I went back to sitting. This was where it was going to get serious. 

Out from the corner, I saw movement. My head whipped to the side and saw Rafaela's mother, Diana. She is as gorgeous as the last time I saw her. I feel pretty ashamed. I could've dressed more elegantly. If she stayed in Olympus until recently, then she must've known about me being missing and being pursuit. 

"Diana," I was breathless. 

I can't believe I'm seeing her not as Mine's caretakes, but as Rafaela's mother. They two look so alike! And then a sudden realization hit me. 

"When you said you knew that I was the Prince of Olympus because of my eyes, did Diana tell you I had purple eyes?" 

"Yes, I was the one who told my spouse, Your Highness," she bows to me and smiles a little, kind of being thrifty. 

"Ah, that makes sense since father doesn't do letters." 

The two exchanged a hug. I could feel my heart being filled to the brim with affection. They hold so much passion in their gaze. I wonder, can Rafaela and I love each other that much? They reek of love that I'm getting envious. 

"I was the reason why she went to Olympus." Mr. Wilson pulls a chair for Diana to sit. 

"What do you mean?" 

"When your father asked me to come with him in Olympus, I said no but that didn't mean that I didn't want to experience it." he takes a long, deep breath before continuing. 

"I had so many things to do here back then that I can't afford to go with him, but I was dying to know what it's like in Olympus. So I had forced Diana, my wife, to go for me after she had given birth to our child." 

"Dear, I pretty much wanted to go myself. Don't blame yourself." 

"But if I hadn't tell you, you wouldn't be there." 

"But I did and it already happened. Now, I'm staying here for good." Diana places a hand on Mr. Wilson's chest and gave him a peck. 

Ah, I'm so jealous right now. Where is Rafaela when I want her by my side? I want a gentle kiss like that too! From a beautiful woman! I chew the insides of my cheeks to suppress my scream of envy. I slowly averted my eyes as it slowly stings. They were too delicate with each other that I feel like I'm interrupting their sweet reunion. 

"All that's left is for Rafaela to accept you again." 

"There you go again, blaming yourself. I wanted this for myself too." 

I really feel like I'm ruining their moment. Should I excuse myself? I think I'm not wanted here and I'm not of any use. They're her parents. One way or another, they'll find each other and accept each other. I hope Rafaela will want to listen to what Diana has to say. I think I'll spectate on this one. I want to see how beautiful a family reunion is. One that's long way overdue. 

"I'm sorry, dear." 

After their heart-touching moment, I was finally free of jealousy. I went back to Rafaela's room and found her using some type of gadget. It had a wide screen and I think it can fold itself. I scoot closer to her and observed what she's doing. She was poking keys so fast that I can't keep up with her hands. I look at the screen and found that what she was poking is displaying on the screen, like a phone. 

She was typing some things that I can't comprehend. They were all in capital letters but they do not down a word together. 

"IDGAF," I tried to read them all together, out loud if I might add. 

Rafaela bursts out laughing at my lame attempt of conversation. She turns to me. 

"You don't read it like that." she corrects me. 

"Then how do you read it?" she hums, thinking how it would be amusing to see me fail. 

"You can't read minds?" we were over this before, and she was doing this on purpose. She was teasing me of what I can't do. 

"If I can then I would dive in to your deepest, hidden desires and redeem them myself. Rawr," she laughs again and holds her stomach. 

"GHAD, that was funny," 

"Ghad?" 

"Yes, because you seem to be conscious about 'god'," 

"Huh, makes sense. So, what are you doing?" 

She looks at back at her screen and then back to me. 

"Do you know what this is?" she gestures to the unfamiliar gadget to me with her hands, she wiggles her fingers as if to have a sparkly effect. I shake my head no, disapproving of her sparkly effect. I bring her hands down and clicked my tongue. 

"I don't even know what was a phone and you think I know this?" she giggles and rolls her eyes. 

"You're missing out then." she stated it like it was such a sad thing to experience. 

"Then what am I missing out then, young lady?" I scoot closer to her again. 

"Okay, so this is a laptop. Every laptop has this small small or rectangular little smooth surface on them, like this one." she points to one and I nod, seeing the small square on hers. 

"Uh-huh," 

"This is called the mouse. Then this is the screen, great for looking at movies because it's bit bigger than your phone," 

"Can't you watch on the television?" 

She scoffs. 

"Can you adjust your tv to your preferred angle?" 

"Ahhhh, I see." 

"Yaaas,"

"Is that what you call a slang?" I pertain to her pronunciation of 'yes'. 

"Yes. You're settling in fast." 

We were trying to avoid the topic of what had just happened earlier. If she was going to do this, then I will too. Like I said, I'm going to be spectating here. I want to see Mr. Wilson and Diana try to satisfy their daughter with earthly ways. I could already taste the achievement of 'watch a dramatic family reunion'. The smiles on their faces, the tears that would stream down their eyes. What a perfect view to witness something so magical made by non-magical folks. 

"Of course. I adapt fast," I click my tongue and clapped my hands, proud of what I am. 

"Okay. Just like your phone, your laptop can use the internet and you can browse on the web and even play games." 

"Games? Games like what?" 

"Games that can be played in laptops, and if you want to play a mobile game on your laptop, you can just download a simulator." 

"What's a simulator?" her face scrunches up and looks at me like I asked something wrong. 

"Should I google that instead?" I asked nervously. 

"No, no. I can explain it." 

"Okay, go ahead." I shifted on my seat and lent her my ear. 

She clears her throat and adjusts her sitting as well. 

"Okay so, a program enabling a computer to execute programs written for a different operating system, or sometimes it's an app that you need to download, a simulator." she looks me dead in the eyes and inhales, out of breath. 

"Chill, babe, you sound like you're rapping," I tease her. 

"You really need to search for them yourself." 

"Yeah, yeah," 

"Let me show you a game." 

She clicks something with the mouse and an application opens up almost immediately. The screen shows the word 'play' with an image at the background. It had a few characters on and I was immediately immersed in it. The graphic was so good that I want to play it myself without knowing the mechanics.

"See, you move around and pick up some items, and craft them into equipment yourself, and you can sell these."

If that was all the game could offer, I think this is a waste of time. 

"Is that all?" 

"You can battle." 

There you go. This is what I'm waiting for. She clicks something with the mouse again and the screen went to black for a few seconds. Then, it came back on and I saw names that I don't are appropriate to name. 

"Are the names really that necessarily naughty?" 

"They're just desperate motherfuckers." 

"Ah, okay," Rafaela was getting into it. 

It was some sort of battle fight cards or something. It was getting pretty intense, with less time left and less life points left, both teams were competing harder and stronger for that one last hit to finally end the battle. I notice how Rafaela's eyes moves swiftly from the corner of the screen and then to the center. 

"Come on, mage," she keeps on cussing out the mage. 

"Is there something wrong with the mage?" 

"He's falling behind in items and stats. He's supposed to be supporting others." she replies without talking to me and kept on pressing keys on her keyboard. 

I know the name because she kept saying, 'dang, keyboard, can't function well'. I was learning while I watch her. She was extremely focused that she didn't even notice my hand on her thigh. 

"What are you then? What's your role?" she turns to me with a smug looking face and a smirk. 

"Me? Psh, I'm the offense, the knight." 

"Ah, knights have superb offense capabilities?" she turns back to her screen and nods at me. 

"Yeah, you're getting there." she was quickly pressing on keys and kept on pressing. 

As I keep on watching, I notice how her knight has a low level of resistance to magic damage. She keeps clicking her tongue when she gets hit. Rafaela was doing so great but her team wasn't cooperating. They were all cowards who didn't want to push. So basically, Rafaela has no help. 

"Idiots," she murmurs to herself. I giggle. She's so focused that I can't even strike a conversation. 

The game finally ended and Rafaela lost. She turns to me with a smile. 

"Don't team up with idiots like that." I nod, 

"Aye, Ma'am." 

"Now then, it's time to face this like an adult." 

She stands up and exits her room. I follow behind her closely. She approaches her mother and father and inhaled. 

"What you did was painful and hurtful, but I don't want to strip myself off of being spoiled by a mother just because I I couldn't accept the fact that you left me. So, I'm willing to try again." 

WAIT, that's it?!