I held my breath as I clicked the button. I sent in some saliva in a glass tube to a company that analyzed your DNA, and finally, the results were in. Hopefully, this website would reveal some insight into who I was and where I came from. I sat on my bed with the little laptop, praying this would reveal something about my blood relatives.

It was hard being adopted. I always stuck out in family photos with jet-black hair and a pointed nose. My family, my loving adopted family, raised me from infancy. I couldn't have asked for anything more because they treated me like one of their own. Except, I wanted to know who I was deep down. Whose blood ran through my veins?

The website refreshed. I knew what to expect - or rather, I thought I knew what to expect. One of my friends had done this a couple of months ago. Once you clicked the button, a map of the world appeared, highlighting all of the areas your ancestors came from. It broke down your bloodline from countries and regions across the globe.

When mine appeared, my stomach dropped. The map of the world appeared with big bold letters that read 'UNKNOWN ORIGINS'. I threw my arms up in frustration and tried again. Same result.

Again. Same result. Maybe if I logged out and back in...

Same result.

I took a breath and realized it was probably a website error or something. I found the troubleshooting contact information and dialed the number. The line rang, and a female answered, "Hello, this is Me&23 DNA, this is Melissa. How can I help you today?"

"Yeah, hi. I just got my results back, and the website says it can't find my results or something."

There was a pause. "Have you tried logging out and back into the website?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Is there an error message when you try to access the information?"

"Yes, the message reads 'Unknown Origins'."

A longer pause. A long pause so long that I thought the line had disconnected.

"Uh...Give me a moment. I need to contact my boss."

The line went dead. I looked at my phone and tried to dial the number back. Perhaps the woman hit the wrong button. A busy signal.

I sighed. Maybe I was never meant to know who my family was.

My phone rang again. "Hello?" I was praying it was the woman from before, but this time, it was a man's gravely voice.

"Hello," said the voice. "Is this [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]"?

"Yes, who is this?"

"Listen, this would be easier to explain in person. Come down into my office, and I can explain."

"What? Office? I think you have the wrong number mister."

Just then, on the opposite end of the wall, a portal opened up. It was blue and black swirled, and evoked a sense of calm. "I don't have the wrong number. You're my son/daughter, [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]."

"W-what did you say your name was," I whispered into the phone.

"Hades, the Lord of the Underworld."

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Author's note: Found this in my drafts from a year ago. Don't know if it's any good, but I'm trying to clear out my drafts. I also don't remember what I originally called the teenager, so I used [insert your name here] blocks. Sorry. Hope you like it!