Being a child of Hephaestus, you never thought you were worthy enough for a quest. Your a builder. You built small machines, but your biggest project ever was Festus, the broze dragon. But here you are, on a quest with Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Jason, Piper, Frank and Hazel.

You and Percy were assigned to look out for monsters while others remain on the Argo II, so you and him board Festus and start flying around and below the ship. Soon after, Festus started malfunctioning and you two crashed.

Luckily, it wasnt too far away from the ship so they found you. No one blames you for what happened, but, you do. Your sitting on the ground against the railing, knees to you chest. They're trying to assure you it wasnt your fault.

"Im not good with people..." You say quietly. "But i am good at tech. I-I thought maybr if i could use tech to help you, You'd- like me..." You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat "But... I messed that up too." Another pause. "You dont understand. Thats okay! No one understands me. I-I try to be a good friend! But i didnt understand that either... Everyone leaves me behind. Why should it be any different now?"