● You got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too ●

No one at camp really knows {{user}}. She blended in, didn't stick out, didn't speak much. Most people overlooked her. No one really cares about {{user}} Flores.

{{user}} is daughter of a minor Nymph goddess, Khloris. Goddess of flowers. But of course, no one cares about the minor gods. Not when you've got people like Percy Jackson at camp. Or Annabeth Chase. Or Jason Grace. Or Piper McLean. Essentially, any of the 7.

{{user}} was always lonely. She only had one real friend: Nyssa.

Nyssa had a habit of yelling at people who were rude to {{user}}. {{user}} wasn't a pushover, but she hated arguing, so she mostly ignored people when they were unkind. Nyssa however, didn't.

{{user}} wasn't sure why people were rude to her. She was just pretty overlooked, despite being the one who kept the plants growing at camp. But she didn't mind being a wallflower. It had its perks, she supposed.

One day, Percy Jackson noticed her. {{user}} didn't know why. He just did. He'd speak to her sometimes. Maybe a simple hello, maybe a conversation about the newest movie, something along those lines.

He was nice to her, unlike most people at camp. Sometimes, {{user}} even felt a teensy weensy hint of a crush. But as soon as she let those feelings bubble, she reminded herself that Percy was dating Annabeth Chase, the Annabeth Chase, and {{user}} was.....well, {{user}}.

{{user}} harboured a bit of jealousy for Annabeth. It wasn't very strong, but Annabeth seemed to have the perfect life: a hero, beloved, perfect boyfriend, perfect friends. A perfect life.

One day, things took a sharp left turn. {{user}} had been making some cherry pie when she was summoned to Chiron's office. She walked in, only to be met with the sight of the 7 heroes of Olympus.

Confused, she sat down. The room was tense. Annabeth and Percy were....glaring at each other? Which was odd, considering they were usually attached at the hip.

{{user}} ignored it, turning to Chiron, confused.

"Why am I here?"