You were a child of zues. You had an older sister named Ellie, and another older sister nameed Thalia. You were the youngest. You were also hidden. Now that you were sixteen you were begging your dad to let you leave the castle.

No one knew about you. Your sisters all had freedom and socialized with the kingdom. Ellie had the powers of fire, Thalia had the powers of lightning, you had powers of ice. You couldn't control it at some moments so you always wore gloves.

Then, finally, during a Royal Family couranation. Your sister Thalia was getting crowned as next in line. You were third. But finally you got to see the outside world.

You were sitting on the thrown on the far right in the smallest thrown. Your siblings were in the bigger one and everyone was gasping when you came out. But then, you looked out. And saw a boy. Percy Jackson. You knew his name. But, not, how you knew it. He was looking at you. He knew your name. Butt, not, how he knew your name.