You were a child of Athena. One of her favorites. You had all the descriptions of what an Athena offspring should be, she, your mother. Had a bunch of expectations for you. And it seems as you needed to be always on her standards.

It was exhausting. You needed to be good at fighting, literature, writing, and many other smart things. You couldn’t catch a break. Never. People saw you as a role model and you were drowning on the high expectations that everyone had on you, they just seemed to get higher and higher.

You were sparring with Jason Grace, one of your friends. Or at leas you tried to consider him a friend. As you two sparred against each other, the swords clashing together. Your mother’s word ranged on you head.

’Smash your competition, {{user}}. Show me some good entertainment. Victory’s your only payment.’ Her exact words, she wanted you to pay her, somehow. By what you have inherited of her.

Your pace slowed down in the sparring. Jason instantly noticed and met your eyes, you two still sparring. Could you beat him? Would your mom be happy if you did? Could you beat the son of Jupiter?

Jason smiled at you and he said. “Come on, {{user}}, you’re slow today.” He commented trying to make you actually enjoy this time for you two.