As time went by, Eurynome felt troubled by the young little god she had adopted.
Unlike normal babies, the boy never cried or whined. Whenever it needed something, it would patiently reach out its hand and wait until he got what he wanted.
In fact, whenever Thetis tried to play with the baby from Eurynome's point of view it seemed more like the baby was accommodating Thetis by playing along with her. It would often stare out into the distance with a wise look of contemplation or clutch its head in pain as if certain memories were missing.
When the baby was one year old and able to say a few coherent words, Thetis playfully asked the baby what its name was only to hear the response "I am Hephaestus." Giving both Thetis and Eurynome a shock.
Hephaestus also enjoyed playing with various amounts of materials and would often create incredible things. One time Hephaestus used sticks to create an odd contraption. When asked what it was, he proudly stated that it was a wind-powered engine. When Hephaestus blew into the contraption, a bunch of parts would start to move rhythmically.
One by one, new inventions of his would start to take space in his room inspiring fascination in Eurynome.
When Hephaestus got older, his talents seemed to grow more and more.
When Thetis gave Hephaestus a pearl as a gift, Hephaestus returned the pearl a day later, making it into an intricate bracelet enhancing the beauty of Thetis by one notch.
Even Eurynome, with her usually indifferent approach to beauty, couldn't help but ask Hephaestus to make an ornament for her.
She would never forget the day she received the necklace that Hephaestus gave to her.
Looking warmly at the young god tinkering away with his self-created tools, Eurynome let out a beautiful motherly smile.
Many years later, Hephaestus let out a frown as he stared into the mirror.
As a fourteen-year-old boy with golden blood, it irked Hephaestus how ugly his reflection seemed to him.
Hideous scars crossed around his face, and a shorter leg that made walking or running an annoyance. His hair was an iridescent metallic color, shifting from silver, gold, etc at a constant pace. His two eyes would radiate a warm red glow with an occasional spark appearing in the iris at random intervals. If it weren't for the scars scissoring his face, Hephaestus would've made Ryan Reynolds look like an average guy.
Hephaestus winced as he pressed his temple with his thumb.
Who was Ryan Reynolds? At certain times, Hephaestus would say stuff that made no sense to him in retrospect. The loss of memory was most likely caused by the fall from Olympus when he was just a baby. Although it made no sense why a baby god would have such memories, the world was a magical place. How else could a newborn infant survive the fall from heaven itself?
Hephaestus's disfigured face rippled as he recalled his memory of Hera with a slight sense of anger. Her disgusted face seemed to be the only memory clearly etched in his mind.
With a snort, Hephaestus casted thoughts of that vile woman away as he limped away from the mirror to work at his crafting table.
Soon enough, the fifteenth year he had been adopted would come to pass and Hephaestus planned to give Eurynome and Thetis a gift each.
Usually, he gave them both a multitude of gifts every month but this time he wished to give them something special.
Not the usual trinket that enhanced their beauty by a mild margin but a gift that would touch their hearts.
After all, while his own blood mother threw him away like slag, Thetis and Eurynome cared for him with love and care even after knowing that in doing so, they could potentially irk the Queen of the Gods.
But what should he make?
After thinking for a moment, Hephaestus smiled and grabbed a special tool from his bench.