Amelie

I was relaxing in Hephaestus cabin, building a big net and seventeen titanium knives when a big man picks me up.

"Why hello! You remind me of my uncle, Ares!" I smiled.
The man grunted. "That reminded me of my father, Hephaestus!" My smile brightened. The man glared. "Now that reminded me of my grandfather, Zeus on a bad day!" He dropped me. I pulled out the sharpest titanium knives.

"So what are you?" I snarled, turning the ground to ice. He slipped. I'd glided across this in skates, how difficult could it be without?

I glided across the ice out to camp. I glared at Nyssa. "I'm guessing you just met Ryan. I hate him. He's turning camp on us, forcing us to do more work." Ah.

I glided back and dropped a titanium knife on him. "Son of Apollo." Nyssa informed.

I slipped Lethe that I'd controlled to only wipe Ryan out into the campers drink. A furious Apollo appeared.

"Oops. The sun ain't sunny!" I whispered.

Throwing up a shield of ice, I skipped to Apollo and mock bowed. "So, semi uncle of mine, what is bothering you?"
"My son died. His name was Ryan."
That moment when your favorite semi uncle turns on you.
"You! You!"

I was scared. But Athena taught me how to mask my emotions. I figured his weak point.

Or I could scream for Mr. D....

"MR.D, APOLLO'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" I screamed, then planned the battle.

I scratched the surface with dummies, then catapulted myself with a javelin. I knocked him out with my foot as he realized what was happening. I thudded to the ground.

"Dam the bright lights!" I said. "Kill them! Make them rot in Tarturus!" Someone yawned. Automatically, I hit them.
"Ow!"
"I'm a hardened soldier! Battle reflexes, ya know!" I told Solace.
"No. And that really hurt!"
"Thank you. I pride myself on hitting hard."
He hit me.
"Never attack a girl with multiple titanium knives, hunting knives, butter knives, knives, swords, mini lightning bolts, abilities beyond everyone's, hammers and nails." I told him. He backed off, at which I smirked.

I saved campers.

I married Percy.

And I was no longer shunned

The End