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Title: Chasing Origins: Sam's Story – The Heart of War

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus

PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, family, explicit intercourse, anal, abuse, rape (mentioned), hetero

Main Pairing: Trend/Sam

Side Pairings: Leroy/Sam, John/Sam, Eric/Sam, Chuck/Sam, Trend/Others, Trend/Derek, Sander/Derek, Herc/Thea, Marshall/Sara, Loki/Blance, Liam/Malene, Nico/Percy, Chris/Clarisse, Ares/Aphrodite

Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Malcolm Cage, Will Solace, Jason Grace

Godly Characters: Ares, Aphrodite, Chiron

Own Pegasi: Trickster (Sander), Fighter (Sam), Rush

Own Demigod Characters: Samuel Elijah James Raser III (Ares), Trend Ignatius Austin (Athena), Charles Smith (Athena), Marshall Mikaelson (Enyo), Eric Anderson (Enyo), John Meyer (Enyalios), Derek Rhys (Demeter), Rainbow Jordan (Iris), Takara Phenia Thompson (Trivia), Loki Murdock (Mercury), Blance Lamour (Chione), Sara Mers (Mars), Joanna Foxx (Vulcan)

Sam's Family: Samuel Elijah James Raser II, Jolene Raser, Liam O'Riley, Malene O'Riley, Selene O'Riley, Lene O'Riley, Leah O'Riley, Lara O'Riley

Own Characters of the Next Generation:

Nicercy: Bianca Maria 'Bia' di Angelo, Hades Poseidon 'Donny' di Angelo

Chrisse: Calandra 'Cally' Rodriguez, Chrysander 'Sander' Rodriguez, Charisma 'Carry' Rodriguez

Pipabeth: Theadora Tiphane 'Thea' McLean

Matie: Amarilla 'Amy' Cage

Jayna: Hercules 'Herc' Grace

Frazeleo: Nicole Esperanza 'Nico' Zhang

Summary: As it says on the tin. This is Sam's story, his origins that lead up to 'Chasing Fireflies'. From the first time his mom told him that he was a son of Ares, to him moving to New Athens and meeting his biggest hero, Percy di Angelo. His relationship with Leroy and those that followed. How the scrawny boy turned into the biggest hero of their generation. His first quest with Sander and how he got the Heart of War from Aphrodite. How he first met his pegasus fighter and how the four sons of war actually became friends. And, of course, it introduces Sam's family.

Chasing Origins: Sam's Story

The Heart of War

First Partition: The Early Years

/29th July 2015 – Dublin, Ireland\

Jolene Raser could not be prouder as she laid in the hospital bed, holding a small bundle of giggling and babbling perfection in her arms. The young woman with the long, dark curls and the deep, green eyes stared fondly at her son, caressing his cheek tenderly.

"So, sis, what are you going to name him?", asked her sister curiously.

Turning away from the baby, Jolene looked up at her eager mirror-image of a sister. Malene was reaching out to tickle her new nephew's stomach, the baby giggling delighted at that and trying to grab her fingers, though failing miserably. Malene's own daughter was leaning against the bed, staring at the baby in awe. The young girl had never seen anything that small, it was amazing.

"What's its name?", asked the child wide-eyed.

"This is your new cousin. He's not an 'it', Selene", corected Malene fondly, ruffling her daughter's hair. "But yes, sister. Do tell. You're making such a secret of his father, at least introduce my nephew to me if you're not going to introduce the jerk who's left you with a baby."

"This is Sammy", smiled Jolene, holding the baby up some. "Samuel Elijah James Raser the Third."

"Awfully fancy", commented Malene and rolled her eyes. "You're really going to name the boy after our father? I can already hear dad crying tears of manly pride and such."

The sisters shared a laugh as little Sammy cocked his head curiously in a way as though he was judging his name. The giggle that followed was deemed as agreement by the two women.

"You are going to be great and strong one day, Sammy", whispered Jolene and kissed his nose.

"Don't pressure my nephew!", chided Malene and butted in. "It's totally alright if you'd rather dance ballet instead of fighting, you hear me? If mommy gives you a hard time, come to auntie Maley."

Sam babbled some and reached out with his hand for her as though he wanted to tell her that it was alright and that he would do that. Or at least the overly emotional females in the room interpreted the baby's curious actions as that. Selene was not impressed. The baby had done like nothing yet. Hopefully he would grow more interesting once he was older.

/Autumn 2019 – San Diego, California, USA\

He did not grow more interesting. Selene heaved a sigh as she poked the boy's cheek. The seven-years old girl wanted to explore, to have adventures. Instead, she was stuck being 'responsible' and watching out for Sam. But Sam was boring. He spend all his time drawing stupid stuff that no one could really tell apart anyway. And still he got praised for it. She poked his cheek again.

"Stop that!", whined Sam, swatting her hand away. "Auntie Maley! Sel is being mean again!"

Turning wide, teary eyes toward the door, Sam waited for his aunt to appear. But auntie Maley was very stressed these days, because of the new baby. Giving the boy a strained smile, Malene shifted her baby daughter in her arms before turning serious eyes onto her oldest daughter.

"Selene. What did I tell you? Be nice to your cousin. He's staying with us until his mom returns", said Malene sternly before sighing again. "Liam? Liam, love. Can you watch over Selene and Samuel? They're fighting again. I just wanted to bring Lene to bed."

A man appeared behind the brunette, exhausted woman. Dark hair, shining, bright eyes and a kind smile as he leaned down to kiss his wife and pet the baby's hair. Baby Lene giggled happily.

"You know, maybe we should consider returning to Dublin?", suggested Liam softly as he walked past his wife and toward Selene and Sam, sitting down with the children. "I mean, I can see how much it strains you. The children. Especially with us being stuck babysitting Sam all the time for your sister. I do have a job offer and... you know my family is living in Dublin. Imagine just handing Selene over to her grandparents whenever you want a moment to yourself."

Selene's eyes widened in anticipation. She had only met her grandparents a couple of times, mostly on Christmas. This sounded exciting! Sam next to her whined at the prospect of them moving away. Chuckling at the children's reactions, Liam leaned over and grabbed Sam to sit him down on his lap, looking interested at the boy's drawings to distract him from the adult-conversation.

"What are you drawing there, kiddo?", asked Liam curiously.

"Is a dragon!", declared Sam proudly, pointing at the red blob. "See?"

"Oh, of course it is", nodded Liam seriously. "And what a beauty! My, how do you always come up with such wild beasts and monsters? You sure have a lot of fantasy, kiddo."

"Is not fantasy", corrected Sam and wiggled his nose. "Is real. I saw it yesterday at the shopping center! It was flying above and growling really loud and breathing fire!"

Malene stared worried at the boy. Ever since he could speak, he was constantly babbling crazy nonsense about monsters and dragons. At first, he had even scared Selene with it, but by now the girl had grown accustomed to it. Still, Malene worried. Looking at the baby in her arms, she wondered what kind of influence Sam would be on little Lene. The boy was so sure that all his fantastic tales were true. She didn't exactly want to call him crazy, because he was only four years old and his fantasy was most likely just running wild, but it was just too much excitement and she didn't want this kind of stuff to influence her own children.

"Maybe you're right, Liam", whispered Malene softly. "Maybe it's time to get some... distance."

/Spring 2021 – Raser Mansion, near Stonehenge, England\

Six-years old Sam stared in awe, his yaw hanging open widely as he turned around over and over again. This was no house, this was a castle! Like, for a proper king! There were even armors from knights standing in the hall-way, guarding it. This place was like out of a dream!

"You like it, Sammy?", asked his mother fondly.

Jolene was on her knees to be on eye-level with her son. Sam was still completely in awe as he turned to stare at his mother, nodding his head so fast that she feared it would fall off.

"I'd hope so, young man. No Raser ever claimed these holy halls to be unfit."

"Grandpa!", exclaimed Sam so loudly, his voice echoed from the walls, startling him.

The elderly man laughed good-natured at the child's enthusiasm. Sam ran over to his namesake and threw himself at his grandfather. The senior wrapped his arms around the boy and lifted him up.

"So, I heard you're going to stay with me for a while, kiddo? Are you excited to see more of England?", asked Samuel Senior, his eyes however trained on his daughter.

Jolene averted her eyes in guilt. She didn't like doing this, but Sam kept attracting more monsters the older he grew and leaving him in the care of a mortal neighbor was just too dangerous. Still, she had a job. She was a marine, she couldn't abandon the call of her duty. So she would have to leave Sam with someone she could trust, someone who could see through the mist. Not that her father knew of the gods – he was too catholic to live through that revelation, no, it was better for him to believe the monsters were demons. Walking over to her father and her son, she pecked her baby boy's cheek, which made Sam giggle. The young child wrapped his arms around her neck.

"I'll miss you, ma", whispered Sam, hugging her tightly. "Be safe, please. I promise I'll behave."

And he did, much to Samuel Senior's joy. Out of all his grandchildren, Sam was the only boy and he had high expectations in him. The heir of an old and important family, to carry their name and legacy. Not the only legacy Sam was carrying, even though his grandfather was unaware of that.

/Summer 2022 – Dublin, Ireland\

Things just kept changing and Sam did not, not, not at all like it. In fact, he pretty much hated it. As far as a nearly-seven-years old kid could hate anything, that is. First, auntie Maley and uncle Liam moved back to Ireland so he had to stay with the neighbors whenever his ma wasn't there – and he didn't like the neighbors, because he didn't know them and anytime his ma's job required for them to move, it were new neighbors. Then he got to stay with grandpa in the castle, which was just plain awesome, but still a change and kind of weird for him. But now? Now grandpa is 'too old' to live in the big house all on his own so he followed his daughter back to their family's home, the place he had been born, his daughters had been born and at least four of his five grandchildren had been born. Dublin. Which meant for Sam that he had to adjust to another new place to be. Which bothered the boy extremely. He couldn't adjust to a school, had no real chance at finding friends because they constantly kept moving. But living with grandpa was cool and he got to see uncle Liam again, so that was fine too, because he liked uncle Liam. Uncle Liam was always nice to him. Auntie Maley though, she kept looking at him strange, as though he was something bad. Was he something bad? He wasn't sure. And then there was Sel, but now she was even meaner than she used to be and she sometimes made him wear her dresses, which was so not okay. And Lene was bigger now and she didn't even recognize her. With Lene and the new twins – he had never ever met them before, but they were only babbling babies anyway – auntie Maley was way too busy and she always told grandpa that he was too old to have to watch over an active boy like him. She never said anything about grandpa being too old to watch over Sel though. Or the three tods.

"Take him with you", ordered auntie Maley one day with a stern glare at her husband. "I honestly don't care what you do, some male-bonding stuff, but get the boy out of the house. He keeps getting into trouble and yesterday on the playground, Lene nearly got hurt because of his ridiculous ideas!"

It wasn't ridiculous. The birdie had breathed fire and if Sam wouldn't have pushed Lene out of the way, she would surely have caught fire too! Why hadn't auntie Maley seen it? But before he could voice any of these thoughts, he could feel his uncle's grip on him, easily lifting him up. Blinking a couple of times, he looked into the mischievous eyes of uncle Liam.

"What do you say, kiddo? We ditch grandpa and the women and do some 'male bonding'?"

Uncle Liam was his favorite, favorite, favorite person on the planet, after his ma of course. So duh. His face brightened with a broad smile and he nodded enthusiastic. He had no idea what male bonding was even supposed to mean, but he got that it meant he wouldn't have Sel harass him or auntie Maley blame him for the monsters she couldn't see. And the babies were boring anyway.

/Summer 2022 – Ballina, Ireland\

Sam was nervous and antsy and all kinds of odd feelings that made his stomach flutter in that giggly way. Uncle Liam and him had taken the bus to Ballina, some place he had never been and Sam wondered if they were doing their 'male bonding'-thingy in this city?

"No, we're not, kiddo", chuckled uncle Liam and shook his head, taking Sam's hand.

"So... Why are we here?", asked the brunette boy confused.

Uncle Liam stopped and went down onto his knees in front of Sam, his hands on the boy's shoulders. Sam cocked his head as he saw the secrecy in his uncle's eyes. He remembered it from when uncle Liam had broken auntie Maley's favorite vase while playing soccer with him in the living room. Uncle Liam gave him one of those secretive smiles like when he made Sam promise not to tell auntie Maley that her favorite vase died a horrible death and then he leaned in some.

"We're going somewhere else", whispered uncle Liam, paying close attention to the pedestrians around them and that no one could hear him. "Somewhere where it'll only be you and me. And then we'll do something really fun. I'll show you something you'll never forget. But you'll have to promise not to tell it anyone. Especially not your auntie and your ma. Promise me, kiddo?"

And uncle Liam is ruffling Sam's hair, one corner of his mouth turned up in a kind of giddy way that he had never seen on his uncle, but Sam really liked it when he got his hair ruffled, so he nodded. Besides, it was uncle Liam. He wouldn't make Sam promise if this was something bad, right? Uncle Liam lifted him back up into his arms again and Sam clung to the adult's neck.

"Why won't you tell me what it is?", asked Sam softly.

"Because it's a surprise and you don't want to ruin the surprise, right?", chuckled uncle Liam.

They walked for a long, long time. So long that even Sam realized that no, there was really no one around here. Which made him question even more where they were going and why. What kind of surprise could wait in the middle of no where? And okay, they were following a stream and uncle Liam had brought a tent, he knew that. So were they going camping? Maybe fishing? Back when he had lived in Washington for a week or two or so he had heard a boy say something about fishing with his dad. Was that male bonding then? Because how should Sam know? He never had a dad.

"Uncle Liam?", whispered Sam softly, yawning tired. "Are we there yet? I'm sleepy."

"Soon, kiddo", answered his uncle a little amused, shifting the boy in his arms. "Soon..."

Somewhere along those lines, Sam must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he remembered was waking up next to a camp fire. His uncle was kneeling in front of it, poking it with a stick.

"Is this the surprise?", asked Sam, rubbing his eyes and crawling over to his uncle.

"What?", asked Liam in return, slightly confused.

"Dunno", shrugged the boy, even more confused. "What is the surprise?"

"Come here, then I'll show you", prompted his uncle and took his hand again.

He led Sam away from their camp side, covering Sam's eyes with his hands. The young child was unsure where they were going or why, but he was more than eager. His uncle stopped and crouched down behind him, pulling Sam onto his lap. The hands slid from Sam's eyes and around his waist to keep him in place. Biting his lips, Sam slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't freak out. Don't scream. Stay calm, Samuel", whispered Liam into his ear.

A surprised and breathless yelp escaped Sam's throat as he stared wide-eyed. "W—What..."

Liam smiled as he rested his head on Sam's shoulder, following the boy's line of sight. "They're called pegasi. Winged horses. I named the gray one Rush and the brown one Fighter."

Sam cocked his head in amazement. He loved, loved, loved horses. And right in front of him, at the coast of the stream, stood two beautiful, winged horses. One was dark gray and broader, the other an elegant, chestnut-colored mare. He had once before seen a winged horse fly through New York, a pretty black one, but it wasn't close enough. Sam tried to shrug his uncle off.

"No, Samuel", chided Liam in a soft voice. "They're very shy. You'll chase them away. Stay."

"No!", objected Sam and shook his head wildly. "I want to pet her head! She looks nice!"

"She?", asked Liam a little confused.

"Fighter", nodded Sam and sneaked out from his uncle's arms. "She's a pretty lady!"

Liam had no chance to hold Sam back as the boy ran over to the pegasi. Much to the adult's surprise, the two pegasi didn't fly away as the wide-eyed child approached him. Shaking his head in amazement, Liam watched how Fighter – the mare, he had not even noticed that the brown one was a mare – pushed her head against Sam's, making the boy giggle in delight. A fond smile spread over Liam's lips. Sam had always loved horses, Liam had known Sam would love to meet a pegasus.

"Do you know why you can see them?", asked Liam softly as he dared to step up to his nephew.

"See what?", asked Sam confused, caressing Fighter's mane and clinging to her neck.

"The monsters. The dragons. The pegasi", whispered Liam. "Did your mom explain it?"

"No", mumbled Sam and shook his head. "Ma says it's because I'm special, but others can't see them like I can, so I'm not allowed to talk about them anymore. Why can you see them?"

Liam paused for a moment and frowned. Sam was a demigod, that much was for sure, but it seemed Jolene hadn't told the boy the truth. It was not up to Liam to tell the boy anything. And how was he supposed to explain it? Sadness clouded his bright eyes as he shook his head. Once Sam would be claimed, once the boy would join camp – either camp – Liam would never be allowed to see him again. Traitors were not allowed to have contact with campers. Liam wasn't proud of the side he had joined during the Titan War, but he had followed his big brother and if asked now, he would do it again. Sometimes he wondered if Alabaster was still around, if he was alright.

"Because I'm special like you", answered Liam after a small pause, wrapping his arms around his nephew. "I promise you that it's alright. That you can see them. Everything will be alright once you're older and once you understand. Now... What do you say? Up for a flight?"

For now, Sam wasn't claimed. For now, Sam was still that wide-eyed, adorable little nephew of his and Liam would be damned if he wouldn't use the little time he still had with the boy. He would teach Sam everything he could, for as long as he could. Forest-green eyes sparkled so brightly that Liam had to smile amused. Lifting the boy up, he placed him on Fighter's back.

"And that's what we'll do?", asked Sam eagerly, clinging to Fighter's neck. "This is bonding?"

"Yeah, this is our bonding", grinned the adult amused and climbed onto Rush's back. "I'll teach you about the beasts and how to fly a pegasus. Good bonding-time, kiddo?"

"The bestest!", exclaimed the excited child.

/Autumn 2023 – Dublin, Ireland\

Eleven years old Selene was holding the hand of her three-years younger cousin Sam. The brunette boy was pulling her along and urgh, was he embarrassing. He was such a little brat. But mom and dad had insisted on her taking him out for ice-cream. Dad especially. Sometimes, she felt as though he loved Sam more than her. Maybe because he was a boy? Dad always said it was because of something they shared. Must be the boy-thing. How bothersome.

"Se~el, don't be so slow!", whined Sam annoyed, tugging on her head.

It would be so much easier to be annoyed and dislike the brat if he wasn't so impossibly adorable.

That was the last thing Selene remembered about that day and if you'd ask Sam, she should be glad about it. While aunt Maley fussed over Selene, uncle Liam and Sam were in the other room.

"What did you see, Samuel?", asked Liam urgently while putting a band-aid on his forehead.

"Sel wanted to buy me an ice, but the ladies in the truck were funny", mumbled Sam. "They didn't have legs, more like two snake tails and they wanted to eat me. Ouch."

"Sorry, kiddo. That's going to burn", smiled Liam a little strained.

He hated to admit it, but his wife was right, after all. As much as he loved Sam, but the demigod was putting Liam's very mortal children into danger. Sam was eight years now, the older he grew, the stronger his blood grew. Whoever Sam's father was, it was a strong god. It was time to talk to Jolene Raser about Camp Half-Blood. For the safety of all of their family.

/Autumn 2024 – Los Angeles, California, USA\

Jolene was relieved to be back on friendly land. Los Angeles wasn't her home, not even close to it, but the US were a territory she knew and she finally got to be with her son again. Sam was sitting in the living room, happily chatting away with his cousin Selene. Frowning slightly, Jolene turned toward her brother-in-law. Liam had dropped by, with Selene. Los Angeles was not exactly the closest place to Dublin, so she had the suspicion that something was going on.

"What is it?", asked Jolene after another moment of awkward silence.

"Tell me about Sam's father", prompted Liam, staring out of the window and at the beach. "Poseidon, maybe? He has an affliction to horses that I have never seen in such extends before."

"W—What...?", asked Jolene, her voice thin with surprise.

No one was supposed to know. Sam's father was her secret, hers to keep and to protect. And how did Liam know about the gods anyway? How could the nice man her sister had married years ago be talking so casually about the Greek gods? She stared fearfully.

"No. If he were a child of one of the Big Three, he would have long since been claimed", murmured Liam thoughtful, shaking his head. "Hermes? He loves traveling, after all. Tell me, Jolene."

"A—Ares...", whispered Jolene, her voice barely audible even in the silence of the kitchen.

"Of course. A soldier of such beauty as yours", chuckled Liam, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Though Sam is nothing like any child of Ares I have ever met. Hah. A son of Ares."

"How do you know...? What are you? Are you one of them?", asked Jolene urgently.

"A demigod?", grinned Liam amused. "Yes. A son of Hecate. I've used my magic as best as I could to protect Sam as long as we were close to him. But son of Ares explains some. The boiling blood of war is nearly as attractive to monsters as that of the Big Three. Monsters love eating heroes and aside from the Big Three, the god of war brings forth the ones with most hero-potential. Sam is growing too strong in scent and temptation for monsters. He's a danger. To himself, to you and to everyone around him. I... hate saying this, but you need to send him away. Send him to safety."

"Why do you hate saying it?", wanted Jolene to know, staring in confusion.

"Because...", started Liam, dropping the playfulness and looking at her oddly serious and sad. "Once he is claimed, I can't see him anymore. Let's just say I had a... fallout with the gods. I'm not allowed contact to campers. Once he joins the safe haven of Camp Half-Blood, I will never be allowed to see him again. Not sure how to explain that on family gatherings, but... I love the kid, I want to know him safe. He'll be safe there, even if I can never see him again."

Jolene stared at him for long, silent minutes. She had no idea what Liam was talking about, but she hated the idea of Sam leaving her. When she had first discovered her pregnancy, Ares had revealed himself and told her that once he'd claim the boy, Sam would have to join some kind of city full of other kids like him where he would be safe, but Jolene could never enter it. Could not live with him, not raise him, not be with him. But he was her son, her only child. She couldn't give him up.

"No, Liam", whispered Jolene and shook her head. "You don't understand. He's... all I have."

"And you risk losing him", warned Liam and cocked one eyebrow. "I've lost so man siblings and comrades to... No, no, this takes too long. This is not your history to know. What matters is that I know how dangerous the life of a demigod is. A demigod who has no idea about his legacy though? He's a danger to himself, Jolene. Please, see in how much danger he is by simply breathing."

"But he's my baby boy", protested Jolene, tears prickling in her eyes. "You want me to let my nine years old baby boy live on his own. H—How can I... abandon him like that?"

"Jol", whispered Liam tenderly, resting one hand on her shoulder, urging her to look into his eyes. "This is not about you abandoning him. He can come and see you whenever you two want. Or, well, have time. Look, you are living a life unfit for a child. He's constantly moving, he can't really find a place to fit in. Think back, when was the last time he brought home any friends?"

"I...", started Jolene with a thoughtful frown. "I don't know..."

"Sam is a great kid", reassured Liam softly. "But he stopped seeing the point of making friends, because he would have to move soon anyway. Sending him to Chiron and to this safe haven will not even keep him out of harm's way, it will give him a permanent home. The chance to make friends, get a regular schedule, a place to repeatedly return to."

Liam cringed inwardly. If asked ten years ago, he would have laughed into anybody's face who would suggest that Liam would be making arguments for Camp Half-Blood. Still, regardless of his past, he knew this was the only place where his nephew could be safe. And nothing was more important than the safety of his family, not after all the family he had lost. A flash of freckles and dark green eyes, sparkling with mirth passed through his mind and once again, he found himself once again questioning what may have become of Alabaster and if he ever found the same kind of happiness as Liam, a home and a family and love. Shaking his head, Liam tried to focus on the presence. The family. The still short of crying sister-in-law of his.

"Jolene, I know you're not ready to let him go yet, but sooner or later, you will be forced to let him go. One day, my words will come back at you and haunt you, because he got hurt and you will regret it", murmured Liam urgently, letting go of her shoulder. "Heed my words, mortal."

With that said, he turned around, leaving her to her thoughts and checking in on the kids. Selene and Samuel had a tendency of quarreling worse than any siblings he had ever seen, which was ironic, because Selene got a long perfectly well with her own younger siblings. They cared for each other.

Author's note: *shifts self-consciously* Okay, so. I've written with OCs before, but I've never written a story that solemnly focuses on my OCs. And this was supposed to only be a oneshot, but somewhere on page 9, I realized I wasn't as far as I should at that point so I decided to split it up. It'll have five parts - the next part is going to be all about Sam's first year in New Athens and his first summer at camp, how he befriended Derek, met Sander and Trend and you actually get to see that they have to attend school too. xD