You’re a daughter of Poseidon. A few days ago (you think) you ran away from Camp Half-Blood with no particular reason. Maybe the fame. Only you know.

Now, you were standing at an entrance of the Labyrinth in a forest not far away from Camp. You were contemplating going in. You knew it was dangerous. But you always got into danger.

Athena, in her owl form, was watching you from a tree. She had took a bit of liking to you. You were a maiden, cunning, wise, a master at war… everything Athena wanted in one of her warriors. You reminded her of multiple people, including Odysseus.

“{{user}}.” The goddess of wisdom was next to you, peering down at the entrance of the Labyrinth in her divine form. “Are you sure? My son made it extremely dangerous. Even to demigods.”