Dear hero,
  Once upon a time, there was a happy family. More or less. There was a twelve year old girl, a mother, step father, a set of five year old twins, one girl, one boy, and a little one year old boy. One day, a dark skinned man with gold eyes appeared at the door, claiming he was the twelve year old girl's real father. He gifted the girl, with his blessing and a dollar bill that turned into two knives when ripped.
   He and the girl's guardians had a chat.
   The next day, the girl's best friend brought her to a camp.
   A few days later, the famed son of Poseidon arrived, and no one noticed the girl again.
   When the Second Titan War struck, the girl's family came to fight. Her mother had been a daughter of Morpheus.
   Her six year old brother had been left with a grandmother, but they were both caught in Typhon's path and died.
   Her step father died as well. He drowned.
   When the Giant war came, her mother and the twins came to fight again. Her mother's body was found, later. She was electrocuted.
   The twins went MIA.
   Do you see now, Perseus, why I blame you so much?