They swung open, and slammed against the walls. Dust fell, and deafening clapping filled Freddy’s ears. A blinding light struck him, and he stumbled backwards. Filling the room, huge as giants and as magnificent as lions, sat 12 different people. They towered over him, dominating him with their presence. As he gazed up at them, their gazes fell upon him, and they seemed to stare through his clothes, and he felt naked, as though he could hide nothing from them.
“You are Fredrick Dorono, correct?” said the man nearest to the front, his voice echoing around the room, filling it like thunder. “Son of Helen Dorono?” He wondered how they knew this, but decided that it was probably a good idea to listen to them.
“I am, but why do you care? Who am I to you?”
“I am Zeus, King of the Gods, and you are a God.”
In shock, Fedrick gaped up at the huge man, wondering if he was joking. How could this be possible? What caused this? Why? These questions filled his mind, and he decided to ask.
“But, how? I mean, how come I’m a god? I don’t get it.”
“You never knew your father, did you?” Zeus asked, gazing down at him.
“No, my mother only said that he was a drunk she met at a party one night. She never told me anything about him, really.” Upon hearing this, a big, red faced man began to laugh. He rose, and as he did, he shrunk to the size of a normal man. He approached Freddy, and, still laughing, clapped him on the back.
“That was me,” he said, “I am your father, and my name is Dionysus, and I am the god of wine. That’s why she mistook me for a drunk, for at the time I was indeed drunk.”
“Yes,” Zeus interjected, “that is all well and good, but there is also another of us that you are related to. Hephaestus, would you greet your grandson?” At this, an ugly, lopsided man stepped forward. There seemed to be fire in his great, tangled beard, and he had an air of strength about him, albeit a careful strength.
“I was your Mother’s Father, and that means that she was Half-God already. When Dionysus had you as his son, you became three quarters God. Therefore, we are willing to accept you amongst us. However, you will never go back home. If you want to stay human, then you will have to share everyone’s pain, whenever you are around them. What do you choose?”