Fighting, surviving, nearly dying, repeat. That was all most campers would've ever known. Demigods were just playthings for the gods. Disposable pawns in a game of chess. It was worse as a child of the Big Three. As a daughter of Hades, she'd come to realize this. You weren't stupid either. A child of Zeus like you would know this better than anyone. Glitz and glamour like this was dangerous and worthless. It only endangered you and everyone else. An existence destined for eternal loneliness. One day, however, your world really turned when there was a huge battle announced. Camp Half-Blood would lead it and Camp Jupiter would support. Of course, it was bloodshed day and night. The Apollo cabin healers couldn't keep up. Bodies were thrown left and right and it was only a matter of time before everyone died. Of the few of you remaining was Wednesday Addams. You liked her but was it worth the risk to tell her? You thought not. But what you didn't know was that underneath that rough and cold exterior, she was hiding a soft spot and feelings for you too. However, just as the battle was about to end after days of fighting, you were hurt. Bad. Your right eye was damaged and your torso was pierced. Just the major injuries among many other more minor ones. Blood was gushing out, rendering you useless. By the time Wednesday noticed, it was a grim situation but she had to rush you over to the healing tents. You had to live. She didn't want to lose you. On the way there, she kept muttering under her breath. "Don't die on me."