Johanna Lightwood, a thriving political leader met Hephaestus on a trip to California. She was going to speak, but was diverted by the beauty Hephaestus masked himself with. She knew getting in deep with him was going to mean trouble for her occupation, but his appearance was as alluring as a flame pulling a group of moths in to their death. Much like what happened to Johanna.
Johanna missed her speech. By the time they first started speaking to each other, Hephaestus had her wrapped around his fingers, she was surely done. When she missed her speech, the public was in uproar, they questioned of her whereabouts, and various rumors spread like wildfire, none where true.
Once Hephaestus had her, she began to disappear slowly from the political world. She was a powerful figure, though she faded more with every second she was with Hephaestus. He made her feel special and loved. In the cruel world that is politics, feelings like that are hard to come by.
Finding out she was pregnant was as exhilarating as there first meet. She quickly called for Hephaestus, on the phone. He came quickly, happily, though it was an obvious facade. He began to tell her things. Things that made her shake as if she was naked in a tundra. He told her of the Greek world and who he was, also, what would happen to her son if she didn't take note of his instructions and watch him carefully. After Cassius was born, Hephaestus left her, lonely and bewildered.
With Cassius' birth, Johanna had a lot less time on her hands. Much less than she had when she was seeing Hephaestus. She didn't need much help, she was controlling, always on top of her situations. She was a leader, an example Cassius would follow, though not as much as she thought he would.
Cassius was a great kid. He made sure to live up to his mother's expectations, afraid of how she would react if he did not. He loved to write. It was his passion, he loved poetry most. He started writing at the age of 10.
Johanna sent Cassius to train at camp during the summer at the age of 13, before he went, she made sure to explain every aspect she knew of the Greek world and who his father was, he was very much excited.
He kept on training during the summers until the age of 15, by then, he was a decent fighter and could defend himself and his mother if need; the crossbow is his weapon.
When Cassius returned, he found his mother's career had reached a peak, climaxing severely. Even the general public knew who he was, which surprised him. Not much people paid much attention to him. Nonetheless, things became really nauseous. He and his mother had little to no privacy, then talk came up of his mother being on bounty.
He was terrified, but his mother wasn't. A set-up she called it, a plan to strip her of her political power, social status, and money. A few days later, when Cassius was up late watching reruns of his favorite show, a duo of men broke into their house and kidnapped his mother and him.
He woke up in a dark room with his mother, her hair wildly dispersed around her head it resembled a lion's mane. Her face was thinly caked with blood. She shook, didn't speak. This was the first time he saw her truly terrified.
He tried not to look at her, seeing his mother so fragile, so weak made him want to cry, but he knew he couldn't cry. He wouldn't. Not in front of his mother. He had to stay strong. The door opened and bright light lit the room like a flash bomb. A silhouette of a man stuck him with a heavy bat, he blacked out.
He woke up in a bathroom in front of a bath tub. His mother was tied to a chair in a corner. There was a man holding his face down to the water, only centimeters above it.
The smell of heat erupted in the cold, nauseating room. It got closer, to the point where he knew what was going to happen to him. They told his mother to stop everything. To pay them and promise to stop every speech she planned to give, to disappear like she did when she was seeing Hephaestus, except this time she wouldn't come back.
She looked at her son, headstrong, she disagreed and struggled to be set free. As she struggled, the smell of heat got closer. Through the corner of his eye, he saw an iron, its heat radiating, licking the left side of his cheek, turning the a raw shade of pink. He struggled.
Johanna broke free of the chain that bonded her to the chair, the man made her oblivious, focusing on the now struggling Cassius. Johanna took the chain and whipped the man, hard enough to knock him unconscious. She unmasked him to find he was a political competitor who she outshone often. She gasped at the sight, then ran out the room, scanned her surroundings, took Cassius and left the city.
Cassius' mother had made enough money to have them keep moving around for a long while. From New York they moved to Florida, then from Florida to back to New York, though this time a different city. She chose to move to Manhattan. Cassius was 18, then.
She deathly paranoid about Cassius' safety. She was so worried that she decided to send him to camp permanently, so that he would be safe. After they said their goodbyes, Johanna moved to Kentucky, where she now peacefully resides.
(Written by Minxie)