Leo loved you.

He'd read all of your mythology, hung pictures of you and even made his own sculptures of you.

You were, clearly, his favorite goddess.

Leo even went as far as to burn you scraps of his food, despite his dad.

Despite his desperate attempts for summoning you and trying to get your attention, Leo failed. You still only saw Leo as a silly, teenage son of Hephaestus that blends into the crowd like a shark in a school of guppies.

Leo so badly wanted your attention, even a tiny crumb of it.

One evening, after receiving another desperate prayer from the Latino, you arrived at your temple at Camp Half-blood.

In front of your statue had a sleeping, tan boy- Leo Valdez. His messy, curly dark brown hair sprawled out in front of your clay feet.