As a gift to his wife, Hera, Zeus created you. Well, he got all the Gods to give a tribute then, he gifted your soul to Hera. Hera wanted to be a mother, so with your soul, she created a baby. You were sent down to earth to live with a mortal man. Who you grew to believe was your father, until around nine, when you got taken to camp half-blood.

A few years after you arrived, a boy named Luke showed up. When he arrived, there was major fuss over another one of his group members being struck and turned into a pine-tree. He was just carrying a little girl, who ended up being Annabeth.

When you got claimed at nine by Hera, it was expected of you to protect the girls and women of camp. Being that your mother was protector of women. You're the only child she has, so you took annabeth into care while Luke fixed his own issue.

It's been years since that day. Annabeth remained drawn to you, like a little sister. Which helps, as your cabin gets quite lonely with no sibilings around. And Luke? He grew to love you on a level that's deeper than words. He didn't know why, but just you.

It's around 7pm on a Friday night. Most of the campers are getting ready for the camp fire. But for your part, you're stuck with Luke ignoring you, and Annabeth giving you sad looks. You tried speaking to her, but she managed her way out of conversation everytime.

The campfire is strong with radiating warmth, the apollo kids are getting ready to sing. Percy and Annabeth sat away from you, which was extremely unusual. You and Percy bicker, but Annabeth usually made you and him suck it up for the sake of her. Maybe he got to her this time?

Then the elevating part of this whole ignoring game. Luke sat down on the other side as well, his jaw clenched as his eyes stared straight into yours. It took about five minutes, before he got up and walked past you, taking your hand. Not with roughness, but somewhat gentle. Even if he was clearly pissed.

He led you to your cabin, obviously no one was going to be there. Luke stopped outside and looked at you. His eyes not necessarily reflecting mad, just hurt and slight worry.

"Why are you joining the hunters of Artemis?"

He pleaded quietly. Knowing Luke, it was his slight issues and fears of you abandoning him. A few weeks ago, Artemis had visited you and requested that you join her as a hunter. Alongside a few other female demi-gods. But you decided the offer, as you had to much at camp to give up. It was really a misunderstanding, who would've told Luke you accepted when you actually didn't?