As a kid I would have never guessed my life would have turned out like this. My father was the Greek god of machinery, fire, and forges a.k.a Hephaestus, and my mother was a baker. Nothing more, nothing less. She was a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair that she used to always keep in a bun. I looked a little like her. We had the same colored skin, tan. Ever since I figured out I was a demi-god I've been living at camp half-blood. I had to find it my self because I never got a satyr or any sort of help except from the occasional strange creature. I would love to have stayed at my mom's old place but I got to lonely after she died and I couldn't stand to go to school again. I can never concentrate and the other kids always picked on me for making strange trinkets out of the tools we use in school for art class.

As I lived at camp I started to understand that a lot of the kids around me were in similar situations. It wasn't that hard to live at camp when I knew I wasn't alone. We all were in the same situation, mostly. I had been living at camp for around 5 or 6 years when he showed up. He was around the same age, 10, as me and he had a hardly noticeable Italian accent and he seemed like he was from another time by the way he talked. He was really into this card game that I could never pronounce correctly and he was my best friend until he left me. His name was Nico Di Angelo. He found out that his sister died because of this guy named Percy Jackson and he ran away somewhere. I tried to find him but Chiron never let me go looking for him. I asked my siblings to help also but they never listened to me. I was the youngest in the cabin. Why would they? I made blueprints for a demi-god tracking devise I thought up on my own. It never worked, though and after a while I gave up. Three years passed and I didn't talk much. I never wanted to get too close to people. They might leave me just like Nico did, just like my mom did. I kept to myself. I didn't even open up to my siblings.

When my brother Leo showed up that changed. I found out he had the same firepower I did. We could both make fire out of thin air and it didn't burn us, no fire did. No one else in our cabin had this power so it thrilled me to find someone who did. I clung onto him for the time he was there. We looked as if we were actually related from both our parents but that wasn't the case. I had the same elfish face he did except for my lips were a bit fuller and my eyes were a greenish blue color and his were a golden brown color along with our height difference. He was around 5.7 and I was a short 5-foot even though I was 13 and he was 16. Our skin was the same rich tan color and our hair was a nice caramel brown color even though his hair was short and messy while mine reached my shoulders. We had the same Hispanic back ground; both our moms were born in Porto Rico. We both even spoke Spanish and Leo taught me Morse code so that we could send messages to each other while we worked on this ship that he was making. Sometime our other siblings would get mad at us because while we were talking to all of them we accidentally switched back and forth from English to Spanish back to English. They usually had no idea what we were saying and usually gave up on the conversation. He used to call me his little princesa and I would just call him big brother. He was my brother and he took care of me and for that I loved him.

When my brother Leo went away on his quest I didn't know what to do. He was the closest I had been to anyone in a while and I was heartbroken. Even if it was to save the world from the goddess Gaea I was selfish and just wanted him to stay. He promised me he would come back as soon as he could, but I didn't believe him. No one came back. I stopped talking completely when he left. No one really tried talking to me in the first place.

I stayed in this huge bunker that my brother showed me a few weeks before he had left and how to get in. Since none of my other sibling could get in I was alone all the time. I made little trinkets by myself for a long time. Almost 6 month passed by with me only coming out of the bunker for food and even then I hardly came out. By then I had grown slightly taller at around 5.4 and my skin grow paler from not going outside so much and my eyes had an empty look in them. My brown curly hair was always in a ponytail but even still it reached to around my mid-back.

One day while I was on my way to get breakfast after about a whole year of Leo being gone I heard a big splash come from the lake and when I turned my head to look at what had made the noise my jaw almost dropped. There, in the middle of the lake, was no other then the ship Leo had worked on for a little than six months. And at the front of the ship was Leo himself yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs with the goofiest grin on his face. I could feel myself start to run to the lake towards the direction of the boat not caring if my clothes got went. He was back! He actually made it back! He didn't leave me! For the first time in a year I stoke.

"Big brother! Leo!" I yelled as tears rolled down the side of my face. I ran into the water to the boat to where big brother would be.