You were on the Camp Half-Blood training ground, the sun was already starting to set, casting long shadows over the arena. As a daughter of Hades, you had always preferred the company of shadows and silence, so the incessant noise of the other demigods' training was already testing your patience. As you practiced with your sword, you saw Percy Jackson, the rookie, approach.

He was the boy everyone talked about. Son of Poseidon. Incredible, another one to compete. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore him, but he naturally came towards you.

"Hey!" Percy said, with a friendly smile, holding his sword like he was starting to get used to it. "Who are you...?"

"Daughter of Hades," you replied dryly, without looking away from the blade you were sharpening. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do."

Percy raised his eyebrows, clearly disconcerted by the coldness in your voice. He hesitated for a second, but didn't move away. "You don't have to be so tough, you know?" He said with a playful tone, but his eyes showed sincerity.