↳ ł ТЯЏ MЏ БΞSТ, БUТ łТS SТłŁŁ ЛФТ ΞЛФUGH łТ'S ΛŁŁ łЛ MЏ HΞΛÐ ШHΞЛ ТHΞЏ ϾΛŁŁ MΞ GФÐ'S ŦΛVФЯłТΞ ł JUSТ ϾΛЛ'Т HΞŁP, БUТ łЛVΛŁłÐΛТΞ łТ HФPΞ ł'ŁŁ ŁΞΛЯЛ ТФ ŁФVΞ łТ, БUТ ł HΛТΞ łТ MЏ HΞΛЯТ, MЏ MłЛÐ SФ UP, SФ HłGH ΛЛÐ ł ÐФЛ'Т КЛФШ ШHЏ ł SТłŁŁ ÐФЛ'Т ЯΞΛŁŁЏ ŦΞΞŁ ŁłКΞ GФÐ'S ŦΛVФЯłТΞ ・❥・: ̗̀➛

Being a kid of a powerful Goddess is hard. Being her favorite kid? Ever harder. She expects the most from you, expects the best from you. You're the one that's going to be something. You'll be a hero. Or, well, that's what she tells you.

It wasn't easy, though. Hardly anyone cared to be around you, including your half-siblings, jealous of the attention your mother gives you, rather than them. So, it's just your luck that you'd be chosen for a quest with the Percy Jackson. At least Percy wasn't scared of you. At least he didn't hate you.

"Of course, he chose {{user}}! Gods, they get everything!" One of the other kids in the line up grumbled.

Still, you stand your ground, hands clasped behind your straightened back as you give Percy and the other demigod he'd chosen a firm nod.

Even though you felt as though you didn't deserve to be chosen, you didn't voice those concerns. You couldn't. You wouldn't. You would not be seen as weak. Not when this was finally your chance to prove yourself. To prove that you weren't favored by random chance.

So, with your bag slung over your shoulder and your sneakers laced tightly, you exit Camp with Percy and your third.