" Life is only precious because it ends, kid"

I never asked for any of this. Being born meant being implicated, one way or another. I was daughter of the goddess of love, Aphrodite. Being daughter of a goddess isn't very easy, even more so when you have no natural charm whatsoever.

My sisters are all gorgeous and everyone— men and women alike— fall at their feet. I'm the Shrek of the family. I have dark hair and dark eyes, a roundish body and no attributes to be charming.

To be perfectly honest, I'm glad. I fly under the radar. No one at Camp Half blood knows who I am, and I like it that way. I sometimes see stuff I wish I could experience— the quests, the kisses between Percy and Annabeth, the battles, all these things I can't do.

It was beginning of summer. My baby brother would die soon, and I had no idea yet. It would be my time to shine, ready or not, wanting or not. I was young. A bit dumb. Gullible. So when he approached me, promising me the world, I was okay with it.

I was okay with joining an army commanded by a Titan. With the face of a Camper.

and it was the greatest task I ever had assigned to me.