Welp, this is Pepper telling our life story, just 'cause Hunter's a lazy asshole. Love ya, bro.
So, our dad Jate liked stars. Like, a lot. Too dull? Yeah? Okay. Anyway, Dad was a grave keeper. Simple. He always believed in ghosts, and even studied Greek myth. He declared Asteria was his favorite goddess. Asteria was flattered and decided to meet this man herself. The two fell in love, all that crap, and what do you know? Hunter's born.
Jate was heartbroken when Asteria disappeared and cared for Hunter himself. However, Asteria was surprised when she saw she was yet again pregnant, after another encounter with him (there demi e.e) and a year alter a baby girl appeared on Jate's doorstep. That girl was me, Pepper Kelly. I don't know why I'm named Pepper-Dad thought it was "cute".
Anyway, Dad could barely pay the rent, what with his petty grave keeping job and two kids. So he got kicked out, and we had to live in a trailer park. That's right, I said we grew up in a trailer park. Screw you.
I had studied all of Dad's books. Why do you think i'm so smart? I'm joking, joking! While Hunter was off being the local bully, he's a prick i know... But we had to learn to fend for ourselves. Dad could barely hold on to a job. He was a drunk and was super abusive. He was a super pissed off douche and always beat Hunter, it's no wonder where he gets it from. That and a trailer park is no walk in the park, when you're neighbors to some crazy cat lady and a cocaine-addicted guy. People never came to our "house", unless it was some Jehovah's Witnesses or crap.
The first attack was when I was thirteen, Hunter fourteen. Me, Dad, and Hunter were driving to visit my dying grandmother, when a giant cyclops overhead dropped a boulder (from the forest e.e)in front of us. Dad was startled, swerved away, and drove right off the highway, tumbling into the forest. Somehow, me and Hunter survived. Dad wasn't so lucky. But hey, karma's a bitch.
So me and Hunter went straight to a foster home. We got attacked, time and time again, but woop de do, what do you know? The foster home patron's a demigod. She could sense one of her foster kids was a demigod, but she wasn't so bright, and didn't see the flashing arrows pointing straight to me and Hunter. So she just assumed it was her demigod scent spiking up again.
She took in another foster kid, who just so happened to be a satyr. The satyr sensed our presence, and since we were homeschooled, this was how he could keep an eye on us. And when I was fifteen, Hunter sixteen, A friend adopted a puppy for me. But it was actually a hellhound, and hell itself exploded that day. But our lil' goat friend helped us out, took us to camp, and we got claimed by the star lady! Woop!