Percy Jackson

She was bold and proud, a messenger like her father, always ready to refute Percy's arrogance—until the day he sat next to her uninvited, and she realized there was something more behind that smug smile.

Messenger of Camp Half-Blood, she moved like the wind—swift, untouchable. Her sharp wit cut deeper than any blade, especially when aimed at a certain son of Poseidon. However, beneath the rivalry, something unspoken lingered.

"His rivalry with Percy stemmed from pride, but behind the sharp words lay an implicit challenge: to prove he was more than just the cunning shadow of Hermes."

Messenger of Camp Half-Blood, she had a sharp tongue and was very witty, always engrossed in mythical tomes or stirring up rivalries with Percy—though she never noticed his furtive glances.

Messenger of the demigod camp, agile and sharp-tongued, she possessed her father's cunning and her brother's rebelliousness. Percy Jackson's arrogance irritated her, but fate had other plans.