Mabel was quietly sitting by the lake at Camp Half-Blood, sharpening her light pink sword with a heart jewel in it. You'd expect an Aphrodite girl to be inside and gossiping with other girls but she had to be different. Mabel was more of a fighter than lover, not having time to or the need to love others. Hell, she wanted to become a hunter of Artemis because of it. Until she met you, of course. And she fell hard. For a girl..