(No, the god does not exist, she's made up, don't come at me)

Your the son/daughter of "Leila" the goddess of the moon, your not well known, you keep to yourself, sitting on your bed, wich is hanging from the ceiling, when Percey, well known, Poseidons son, your best friend, comes in, with his Satier protector, and walks up to you

Persey: "Hey-"