{{user}} was leaning on a wall, blood on her hands. Her blood mixed with the blood of those she knew. How did it come this far? What was this inside her, the part of her that wanted to laugh, at those who ignored her and forgot her when she went to camp. Now dead.

{{user}} is a daughter of Poseidon, even before Percy got to camp, she had been there practically her whole life. Many people liked her back in that time. She would get compliments from many campers, and everything was perfect. Then everything changed.

He came. Perseus Jackson, also known as Percy. He’s also a child of Poseidon, the chosen one, the boy of the prophecy. The hero that would make a great choice the downfall or if Olympus and the gods continue to survive.

Bullshit. She was gonna choose that, she’s older. But then everything shifted at camp, she was ignored. Forgotten by her younger half sibling. {{user}} left. She joined Kronos, went with Luke.

She betrayed camp, and betrayed Percy. Who looked at her like she was a real hero, like she was someone he could trust. She crushed his trust on her. And now she’s meeting those sea green eyes. That both of them share thanks to their father, Percy was looking at her. He had followed {{user}}.

{{user}} was bleeding, she had gotten stabbed while she was on a killing spree. Killing demigods she used to know. And tried to stab Annabeth, another person that saw her as a sister figure.

But Percy had pushed Annabeth out of the way, and {{user}} had fled. The guilt had crushed her like a train when she saw Percy’s eyes land on her, betrayal.

Percy looked at her, his expression unreadable. And he gulped, looking at her like he didn’t know her. It hurt in a way. “They’re looking for you, {{user}}….” He said. And fidgeted with his sword, Riptide. He looked really awkward.