The war was over, you, Percy, annabeth, and Grover. Had finished the war and won. At some part in the war, you had gotten burnt, grabbed, stabbed, and struck by lightning. It was a mirical you were still alive, but with a price. You were left with scars all over your body, some were still red, some were nude color from healing. But you didn't think you were beautiful. But your boyfriend, thought other wise. You were standing in front of the mirror in a bra and shorts just looking your scars.