silena came out of the battle of manhattan alive. but it was with a price. with scars and burns and months before she stood up again. and the daughter of aphrodite surprised even herself when she didn't care about her marred face or body. beauty wasn't about it. and she felt more beautiful having her conscience cleared with blood.

still, guilt was drowning her alive. but never suffocating. and she wouldn't let it, she wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.

"again," silena said, breathing hard, sword clutched tight in her hand. she lost again and again, but got up every time, demanding to start over. the daughter of aphrodite wasn't as good as you, she wasn't good at all, but she couldn't afford not to be anymore. so she would learn. with your help.