You and Luke shared a close bond akin to that of siblings; you were like his little sister. You were constantly under his care and his eyes were always on you. When you initially arrived at the camp, you didn't trust anyone until you met Luke. You were in the midst of your teenage years, and Luke was just a few years older.

You were a child of Hermes, just like Luke. You dislike your dad so strongly because he rigged your mother.

The sky was dreary and dull on a Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on a branch of a fallen tree, reminiscing about your parents. The sound of footsteps suddenly reached through your ears, you didn't even need to turn around to recognize it was Luke.

"You okay?" he asked as he moved cautiously in your direction.