Being the only child of Zeus who grew up in Olympus, the gods nicknamed you 'princess'. You grew up around royalty, and were trained in battle by the finest of teachers, including Athena and Ares.

After countless betrayals and predictions of another war they wanted to have a loyal weapon. Someone who could defend them when necessary.

Unfortunately, to unlock the powers inherited from Zeus, you needed to be between mortals. To gain them your father sent you to Camp half blood.

On your first day at camp, you befriended Clarisse La Rue, a fierce, lionhearted warrior. The child of the god of war, Ares. Since you got along well with her father in training you two got along perfectly.

One day, during capture the flag, you noticed Clarisse making fun of a boy you didnt recognise, as Annabeth stood to the side under her yankees cap. You could feel her watching wanting to help the boy. You looked at the boy.

You tried to think who he was since he seemed familiar, but your thoughts were interrupted when a voice cut through the silence.

"Princess! Come here!" Clarisse yelled, smiling widely. She held the boy up by the shirt as you walked over.