I own nothing except Thorn. I have permission from the Creator of Emily to use her.

Dionysus's POV

I was arguing with the one person I liked at this stupid camp. This was not my day.

"You can't kick Thorn out of camp! I'm sure that she's just acting out and there must be some reason that she is!" Emily yelled, her eyes burning with panic and something I have never seen directed at me from her. Hatred. Complete and utter loathing. It made my stomach churn to see her glaring at me like that.

"Emily," I said, not daring to look at the eyes that were full of hostility. "She also causes major harm to the campers. The gods insist that she has to stay here but I think we will have to make her live in the woods. Completely isolated from other campers."

"Except for me. Right?"

"No. Emily, I'm so sorry but Chiron says that she is a danger to the other campers and most of the gods agree."

"You're not sorry." I looked back at her. Tears were brimming in Emily's eyes, she was glaring at me like I was the responsible for all of the pain that she had ever felt. I could feel my heart shattering in my chest.

"I HATE YOU!" Emily wailed, then she ran. She was crying so hard that the tears streamed out behind her as her feet pounded the frozen earth.

As much as it killed me to see her in pain, I couldn't go against the entire Olympian council and demand that they do what everyone was against. I didn't have that kind of power.

I heard urgent whispers from by the lake.

I walked over to the place where the bush obscured my vision. I became anxious when I realized that one of them was Thorn. What was she doing this time? I asked myself, who's going to get hurt now?

Thorn was standing in the clearing with Eros, or as mortals call him, cupid.

Thorn's POV

It's the real reason I got sent to camp halfblood. The reason my parents sent me here. A daughter of Poseidon and Artemis is not supposed to love a son of Zeus and Aphrodite. Normally I wouldn't act this way.

I've been hurting so many people, with the rash hope that it would cause my pain to lessen. It was stupid, but I would do anything to make this eternal heartache go away.

I am usually fierce and not to be messed with, but I don't just lash out at people. It's no excuse and I fully accept the consequences but I strike with others just to hide the fact that I'm broken inside.

His light brown hair was in adorable little spikes, his eyes were red but he was at least he was trying to keep himself composed. I was letting the never-ending torrent of tears stream down my face.

"Never forget me." I choked. His warm rough hand in mine.

"Thorina, I would never forget you if I was bathed in the river of rebirth." He whispered pulling me closer into one last embrace; his bare arms made me feel safe and warm. I sobbed, pressing my tear-streaked face against his white tanktop.