PROLOGUE-
I knew something was wrong when Lee burst in my room near tears and began packing everything that we owned. We didn't own much though so this process wouldn't take long, so he would soon tell me the problem that had just occurred was. It was a strange enough that a boy that was 7 would cry, he thought it showed weakness, but this was Lee my older brother. The only person I could truly depend on, nothing would happen to him, it was impossible, some invisible force would protect him. I needed Lee, my only relative that loved me. When he finally told me what the problem was he simply said "We have to go to Camp Half-blood, in New York." I didn't know what that meant, but I really didn't care, I just wanted out of that crappy orphanage, and I trusted Lee to get me there safely.
Of course I was only 5 then, no idea of the hardships to come, no idea Lee would die a war hero, no idea I would be forced to make a decision that would change my life. A choice between two of the few people I had left, of course Aphrodite wanted to [lay with my emotions. This was going to be one incredible romance, one that was extremely painful for everyone involved, but she wanted a good love story.
My choice? Travis Stoll, son of Hermes, or Malcolm, son of Athena. It was a loose, loose situation, either way I would loose one of them. There was a group of demigods, which I was a part of, that were all running from something, and we all had to get the same place. My brother Lee, Malcolm, Travis, Conner, Pollux, and Castor. I was the youngest, so they watched me like hawks, sometimes it would get ridiculous. When Travis or Malcolm would show interest in me, Lee would threaten to kill them, once he even pulled out his bow and arrow. Though we all knew these were empty threats, Lee could never hurt anyone. That didn't stop them though, I only wish it did. At first it was fun, having to attractive boys flirting with me, but soon a rivalry started. Then I fell in love, but not with one, with both, just falling in love with one would be too easy.
The group nearly fell apart when Lee and Castor died, when they died the war felt even more real, we had lost family. Then the rivalry between my two loves became stronger, I didn't know if it were anger from loosing someone, or the obscene need to take care of me. I could take care of myself though, but because I was the baby, and a girl they felt the need to be 'men' and take care of me.
That made everything ten times worse. Not only did my brother die, but now it was love and I had to make a choice. The group spilt into teams with me in the middle, Travis and Connor vs. Malcolm and Pollux. It felt like my heart was split in three, one part was with Travis, the other with Malcolm, and the most important part rested with Lee.
Travis was hot, not that Malcolm wasn't, Travis just…embraced his more. He had brown messy hair, green eyes that gave away his mischievous nature, and he was tall. Travis was of Corse a prankster and a thief, he was defiantly a son of Hermes. He seemed flawless except for the fact he started the rivalry, he could've walked away, but he was too stubborn.
Malcolm was equally attractive, blond hair, brown eyes that seemed as deep as an ocean, he wasn't as tall as Travis, but I didn't mind. Malcolm was extremely smart, typical son of Athena. Malcolm unlike Travis felt bad about tearing me up like they were, but he still didn't give up. He was so much deeper then Travis.
I loved them both but a decision had to be made.