"Marcus, put the sword down. You're not going to fight. None of you are. Stand down." Marcus and the other warriors stopped and they all turned to look at Marcus, who turned to look at me.

"Margo, we have to do this. They have to pay for what they did to Sierra." My blood ran cold.

"Marcus she was my sister. You think I don't realize that she needs to be avenged?" His face fell as my voice cracked.

He set his sword down and walked over to me, enveloping me in his strong and well-muscled arms. He smelled like sweat and blood, and honestly? I loved it. It was the way Marcus always smelled, and I was used to it by this point.

"I'm sorry Margo. I didn't mean to… baby, don't cry." He whispered with his soft southern drawl, rocking me gently as I let tears slowly slip from my eyes at the memory of my sister, Sierra.

Sierra had always been my idol, she was my big sister, and I learned everything I know from her, after all, she did lead our army until her death last month, when I was expected to take over for her. I was never like my sister, she was fierce and strategic, and I was simply, me. After her death someone told me that it was because she was a daughter of a Athena, and I was a daughter of Aphrodite, we just shared the same dad.

But Sierra was the best leader the resistance (our army) had seen since it was founded by Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase. I was just an annoyance, although I do admit, my boyfriend, Marcus (the fool who's hugging me) was our best fighter.

"Now darlin," Marcus leaned back to look at my face. "We need to do this raid." My tears were gone and anger replaced it.

"Marcus Henry Welsh, you are forbidden from going on that raid." He closed his eyes as my words sank in.

"Alright Margo, we won't go. But we have to go sometime, this is just postponing it." He let me go and began to instruct his troops to put their stuff away. I ran a hand through my hair as I thought to myself: Sierra would have let them go. She would have gladly gone with them. Then I remembered, I'm not Sierra Justine McHin, I'm Margo Elaine McHin.

And this is the story of how I let my heart lose. How I didn't listen to my heart, and how I lost everything.

How I ruined life for everyone I know and love, and how I finally lived up to my sister's name.