When I awoken once more, I was not in my familiar room. Instead, I was in what seemed to be a large tent. I could hear bustling noises outside, but I sat on the hard bed blankly as I tried to recall what is causing my heart to hurt so much. Did a bullet pierce through my heart or something?
Then, a familiar girl walked in with a pan of water and towel. She seemed shock to see me as her eyes were bloodshot. I stared at the girl for a moment, then the memories began to flow in. That's right. I tried asking the girl where my Fu'er was. The girl softly puts down the pan of water as she softly walks up to me before hugging me and sobbing in my embrace. Then, my heart clenched as my mind went blank as the only thing I could do was also cry my heart out.
It seemed to be days, yet it was only hours, but I eventually stopped. My heart felt suffocated still at the thought that Fu'er's death was due to his useless mother, the useless mother who he had to sacrifice his life to protect. I stared into space as I reminisced the happy times that we had together. I knew I should have done all I could to stop him, but because of my selfishness of wanting to show him that I could protect him, I made the stupid decision of getting tangled with the other world, causing his death.
What stupid excuse of keeping him away from Wu Die? If I had really kept him away, he could still have gotten together with Wu Die, but just not involved in this world. Or maybe he would have been involved, but won't come here because I would have stopped him. I thought of all the possible things I could have done as a mother, but in the end, I could not erase the fact that he died for me.
I stared at the sharp, decorative sword leaning on the edge of a small table. That's right, Fu'er will be okay once I give birth to him again. I reached out towards that enticing sword, but the familiar evil clutches that kept me away from Fu'er stopped me once again. I stared at Wu Die.
Why? Why must you stop me from being together with Fu'er. Are you so selfish to want Fu'er for yourself, not allowing this old mother to be with his son? Anger bubbled within me as I vented my anger on the devil in front of me, but I regretted it afterwards for I had hurt the one that Fu'er loved. Fu'er will never forgive me. I cried as the thought hit me, but the girl hugged me like an angel and calmly soothed me, telling me it was never my fault to begin with, that we were only chess pieces to be discarded.
After the rivers of crying, Wu Die finally explained to me about life in the other world. First, she told me that Camp DG was a camp to house what one would be known as demigods, the children of gods with mortals. As for why it was named Camp DG instead of Demigod, it had to do with the hierarchy of the children born from gods. The gods had many children, but the world was truly unfair as some of those children were born with god-given powers while others were born as mortals.
However, it would be a person's luck to be born as a mortal if they were not born with god-given powers because there were unfortunate ones who were born in between. They were the ones who were born with god powers, but their power were so thin that they were pretty much mortals with minor abilities; however, since they had the powers of god, they were not allowed to wander freely in society, especially once they were discovered. Not only will can they cause the government to capture them for experiments, they could also attract monsters to civilian areas.
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Since they did not have the power to fight these monsters like the so-called chosen ones of the god, they were just natural born disaster magnets, hence when they 18 or older, they would usually be locked up in a lower level camp. Camp Demigod was an actual camp, and it housed many chosen ones or those who had been born with at least decent abilities that won't shame the gods. As for Camp DG, it was the lower level camp to house the ones who shame god, the discriminated ones, the losers.
My son was apparently the child of a powerful god, the God of the Sea, Poseidon. Unfortunately, he only awakened enough power to create small bubbles of harmless water, a shame to his so called father. Hence, he was sent to this small camp with Wu Die who was the daughter of Hades, but only had the ability to see ghosts more clearly. This would be an ability that could be deemed for recognition except that any demigod could easily see the supernatural beings once they were born. So just an increase in vision was deemed useless, hence she was also locked in here.
If the world was already not unfair enough, the low level camps were not a safe haven at all. For with a bunch of delicious food gathered together along with low leveled supervisors, the monsters from the abyss could not help but set these camps as the targets while the demigod camps simply treated these camps as sacrifices to keep off the annoying flies.
Of course to prevent the chosen demigods in training from knowing about the corruption of society, only the higher ups were privy to the information as the general rumor in the higher level camps was that it was rare for gods to mate and have children, hence the low population in the many camps; however, the truth that all these lower level prisoners were privy to was that the lower level camps were never overpopulated because the death count usually exceeded the number of new members, even though there were usually a pretty massive crowd of new members.
Of course there were cases where the lower level camps desired to protest, but unfortunately, what can an ant do to an elephant? Although there were tales that enough ants could mob an elephant, but in our case, the elephant is being carefully watched by its god, the zoo keeper who would always make sure to squash all ants that have any desire to rebel or harm the elephant.
When I questioned on how strong the higher level camps were since I saw my son use such strong magic to save me, I was told that the lower grade ones in those higher level camps had the same strength as the magic that my son cast. I was shocked at the fact that my son was not in the higher level camp, but I was told that my son did not have such power before. It seemed he had awaken it through his desire to protect me, but unfortunately it was too late for him now.
My heart clenched at the unfairness of this world. I wanted to leave this depressing place, but unfortunately, as the fog of the forest only prevented mortals from entering the camp, I was also now a confined in this hell for I was able to enter through the fog as I was now able to see the supernatural.