Poseidon grinned. "you're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. i suppose this means i can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer." "ha-ha." poseidon reeled in his empty line. i shifted my feet. "um, you were kidding, right?" poseidon gave me one of his inside-joke winks, and i still didn't know whether he was serious or not.
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be one of so many, to have not just parents and siblings but cousins and aunts and uncles, an entire tribe to claim as your own. Maybe you would feel lost in the crowd. Or sheltered by it. Whatever the case, one things was for sure: like it or not, you'd never be alone.
Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family, a long bony white finger would emerge from a cloud and point to you, while a chilling voice thundered, "we *told* you not to tell." but that was then. Just put down on paper everything you can remember now about your parents and siblings and relatives and neighbors, and we will deal with libel later on.
I'm afraid not." hades sighed. "my son here convinced me that perhaps i should prioritize my list of enemies." he glared at me with distaste. "as much as i dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for olympus to fall. i would miss bickering with my siblings. and if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a terrible father.