You were at the empty training grounds, hours after training stopped when you should be in bed. Laying against the fallen log of a small tree, your gaze set on nothing.

Today's game was something you wish you could have gone back and prevented, maybe if you didn’t perform so well he wouldn’t have claimed you.

Maybe if you didn’t send so many offerings begging to be claimed this wouldn’t have happened.

This was stupidly impossible. You would have rathered to stay unclaimed for the rest of your time here.

Your shaky cold fingers were played with the dull tip of your sword as your thoughts spiraled, the world around you suddenly going blurry and lifeless.

You found yourself in a void.

Hades. {{user}}, child of the god of the dead. Hades. Lord of the Underworld, guide of the Fates, recipient of souls. Hail, {{user}}, child of the god of the dead. Hades. Chirons voice was in a loop in your head.

How could that be? That’s impossible. Hades is part of the big three he’s not supposed to have any children, so why would you be his daughter? It just didn’t make any sense whatsoever-

A sudden spear hit just beside your foot, your gaze immediately snapped towards Clarisse. Her eyes were trained on you, though her gaze wasn’t angered or defensive as usual. It was awfully gentle and caring.

God you forgot she was here too. She hasn’t left your side since the claimings, quite frankly, she’s been worried about you. You were thinking about asking to stay with her for the night but decided against it. You two were close but she didn’t like sharing her personal space.

“You were spiraling.” She sighs, “it’s not as bad as you think,” She reassures walking up to you. “I mean come on, I’m a daughter of a war god, what’s wrong with you being the daughter of the underworld?” She questioned hitting your side lightly as if to brighten the mood.

She kneeled down next to you and brushed back your hair. Moving her spear to the side she settled down next to you, making it hard to ignore her. “Cmon {{user}}."