Look, before you assume I'm writing a lovey dovey type story--let me get a few things straight. It's not, well maybe a little. But it's not the main story. Okay? Good.

Yeah, I am demigod. Yeah, we loved in a time of peace. But I am a daughter of Persephone, do you know how hard it is to convince people you can fight and be a hero when your mother is the goddess of flowers? It freaking hard.

Amd it doesn't really help that my half brother is an international pop star who dotted on me with every chance he got. Of course it didn't matter that I had saved his life when a monster killed our dad and his mom, it only mattered that he was Damien freaking Drake. And I just happened to be his sister.

Dont get me wrong. Damien and I are close, very close, I love my brother, but once he got all famous and stuff, I could not longer see him anymore. I was deemed too dangerous. So I was ushered off to Camp Half-Blood, and he flew around the world.

That was too years ago. He kept trying to make dates for us those, little things we could do together whenever he was in town, but his manager always made sure he was completely booked and never had time for her. So I just got a letter and a present but never my brother.

And to top it all off, I'm only seen as a frilly princess who can't fight, or be a hero, no matter how hard I tried. And I did try. Really, I did. But I was just no good at anything Chiron taught me. I wasn't made to be a warrior, I was always told. That wasn't my destiny. I was just a little frilly princess.

I fought for a while. I tried my hardest to be a warrior, but in the end, I gave up. I just couldn't seem to do it. At least, until I met Wes.

The boy who put me back on the right track.

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--Kimi