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You're cursed.

Not in a dramatic way. You're actually cursed by the gods. Since you sided with Kronos, like, forever ago, you were banished to Ogygia. You've been forced to fall in love with every hero that washes ashore, and they leave every time.

Leo's cursed too, in a way. He falls in love with pretty much everyone, and they never like him back. He's pretty desperately lonely. Not like you can judge; you are too.

Until today, nobody's washed up at your island since Percy Jackson, and that ended up arguably worse than most of your run-ins with heroes. You've been living in peace. It's nice.

Or at least it was, until some weird little dude totally wrecked your dining table.

Immediately after hearing a bang outside, you race to the beach, only to find a greasy freak laying in the sand amongst a bunch of what used to be nicely glossed mahogany.

As you're trying to berate him, the boy stops you.

''Hey, um, no offense, but I just fell from the sky, and you're worried about a table?'' Leo asks, standing up and dusting the sand off his disgusting jeans.