You're a demigod. Which means lots of problems, and lots of conflicts.

Most of which have to do with your boyfriend, Percy, a son of Poseidon. He was sweet, but a bit overprotective.

A boy from the Ares cabin had insulted you a few days ago, and Percy had been pissed. You thought it was nothing, until this afternoon, when Percy came back from training, covered in blood and bruises.

"Hey, sweetheart." He mumbled, sitting down on your bed and slinging an arm around your waist, not seeming to mind the bloody arm. "That guy's in the infirmary. Don't ask."