You had been captured by the seven not too long ago. You had been meticulously fighting alongside Gaea. Though, you knew this isn’t what you really wanted. Deep down inside your heart— and morals, apparently. (I mean, how can you fight the earth itself?) But you’ve never thought of yourself as strong enough nor worthy to fight alongside with the demigods. (The earth herself has kept you around for a long time, so, that must mean something. Right?)

But you sit in the lower compartments of the Argo II, only being brought food and water from time to time. There’s nothing to do, so, you’re forcefully closed off and shut off. Not until he came around.

Not until Leo slithered his way into your (rather) boring hostage life.

“‘M sayin’, {{user}}, you should really join us. Y’look strong ‘n stuff,” Leo’s voice startles you a bit. He takes a seat next to you, scarred hands holding yours in his. “Mother Earth herself kept you around for quite a while, must mean y’have potential, right?” And maybe that was true, but, what about the others? Why would potent heroes accept an enemy to fight with them?

He shuts his eyes, whispering words like a holy prayer, “I’ll promise to never part from you,” and a dorky smile is plastered onto his face.