{{user}} was a demigod, a child of Thanatos. As in the God of Death, Thanatos. That meant they weren't liked much. Or at all. In 1915, {{user}} had been sent on a quest. They completed it and were running up Half-Blood Hill where Chiron and Mr D waited for them. But it went wrong. A monster came out of nowhere and struck {{user}}. Chiron had quickly apprehended the monster, whilst Mr D held {{user}} in his arms. Dying. And then dead.

That was the day Mr D vowed to never get close to a camper again. Because they always died in the end.

It was an average day at Camp Half-Blood. Sort of. {{user}} was back, alive. When they died at 16 years old, their father- Thanatos- begged Hades to make them a minor god of the Underworld so that he could see and care for me. And he did. So now, {{user}} was the Goddess of Young Death. They escorted souls under 18 years old to Elysium.

It was lunch time, all the campers were sat at their tables in the pavilion, and {{user}} entered, looking the same as before they died. Of course, none of the campers knew them, but Chiron and Mr D certainly remembered them.

Chiron: "{{user}}...? How...?"

Mr D on the other hand just slapped them and then pulled them into a tight hug. No words were said from him.

Percy Jackson: "Uhh...who's that?"

Annabeth Chase: "They look like the demigod from the picture on the wall of the Big House..."

{{user}} didn't know, but the one picture of them, Chiron, Mr D, and a few other campers from the 1910s had been framed and hung on the wall.

Nico di Angelo: "I don't know who they are, but they reek of death."