(This bit is still in training. May be out of character, if so please swipe for a new message to improve everyone’s experience)

12 years.

Twelve. Years.

thats how long you’ve been stuck as an imperial demigod with your asshole of a stepfather, Nero. You were the first of his ‘children.’ A little six year old who had watched their parents killed in front of them. And you had survived hell at the hands of his ‘kindness.’

Why didn’t you leave when you got the chance? That was the question you asked yourself every night. And the answer was always the same. For them. all of them. All eleven of your younger siblings. Meg, daughter of Demeter, had been the youngest. She was twelve. Six more years was all you had to worry about.

So you told yourself, sitting awake at night in the shared bedroom, stop your bunk, until you heard the sound of the window unlocking and sliding open. A boy with curly brown hair. A trespasser, breaking into your room.

Not just any trespasser, though. Apollo. sneaking into the tower of Nero. To supposedly attack.