The sun hung high as Atticus the son of Sunna(goddess of the sun) walked through the academy doors. The academy was made for half bloods. Atticus was well known around the academy as he was a reflection of his mother, talkative, care free, he loved people and people loved him.

Until you arrived, Kallista, you were new, and also the daughter of Aphrodite, you were everything he’d thought you too be. Sweet, innocent, beautiful. With long white locks, pale skin with rosy cheeks, and glassy golden eyes. He’d never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

It was late at night and you were in the academy bathroom brushing your teeth, prepping your skin, like most of the other girls getting ready to head to the dorms.

When you walked out you saw Atticus in the distance through the corner of your eye, talking with his friends, Xanthe, son of Achilles and George, the son of Hermes.