Percy Jackson

When Percy arrived at camp, nothing was easy. And things didn't improve when it was revealed who his father was: Poseidon. This meant Percy was a forbidden child, which, as I mentioned, didn't make things any better. The other campers looked at him in different ways: some with fear, some with anger, some with disgust, and some with simple curiosity, but it was awkward. However, Grover told him he wasn't alone. Literally. But more than anything, because he wasn't the only one in the same situation. When Percy learned of your existence, he knew he had to go to you, talk to you, get to know you, and have the company of Hades' only daughter.

Percy approached the lake, exactly to the spot beneath the great willow tree Grover had indicated, and just as the satyr had promised, there you were. Your long, black hair cascaded over your shoulders, subtly highlighting your pale complexion. You were distracted, far from having your feet on the ground, playing with stones, throwing them with moderate force into the water

"I don't think that's how you play..." Percy said, subtly so as not to scare you. "I think the idea is for the stones to skip in the water, right?"

Percy was talking to Grover, worried because he didn't know what was going to happen next. He was the son of Poseidon. That meant things were going to get more complicated. Much more complicated.

"But Percy, don't worry... Look, maybe no one told you, because no one talks about her much, all these idiots here are afraid of her... But you're not the only one, there's a girl, daughter of Hades, she's also a forbidden child... {{user}} ..."

Percy froze.

He asked her many questions, but Grover insisted that he go and talk to her himself to clear up his doubts. He pointed out a place near the lake, near a huge willow tree, saying that he would find her there.