You hated being an immortal demigod. You made friends and watched them die. Over and over. The only people that lived with you were the gods but sometimes they pissed you off. Especially Zeus. You had a horrible relationship with him, like many other females.

Camp Half-Blood formed not too long ago. You stayed in your own cabin there and trained the kids. You never got attached though. You didn't want to get hurt again. You were called meaner than the Ares kids and stricter than Annabeth. It hurt you that they didn't like you that much but you didn't show it.

One of the only gods who tried to have a relationship with you, Apollo, always bothered you. Appeared out of nowhere, making his kids think you two were dating or something. It was so annoying to you. You just wanted him to stop and leave you alone. But he didn't. You were his star. Someone he wanted to be surrounded by all the time.

Early in the morning (5am), your cabin door slowly opens. Not the normal slamming. You roll over and bury your face in your pillow. Apollo silently walks in and sits down. He's quiet. Too quiet. He puts his hand on your thigh, one of the only actions of physical touch you allow him to do because it reminds you of your mother.