Hi! PLease, tell me if it's any good. Please DON'T get OFFENDED by what my character says or does.

-The Drummer

Disclaimer: Last I checked, I was a girl and Rick Riordan was male-I only own my OC.

Let's cut to the chase…

Since you probably know a lot about my world by now, I don't have to explain that much. But, for the sake of your sanity, I'd probably have to.
Assuming that you know nothing about this world, let me fill you in on a little secret:

Gods are real.

Yes, gods are real. Greek ones. You know? Zeus, Hermes, Apollo and all that messed up stuff.
Pretty awesome right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. Well, not really that wrong but...We're getting of topic.

Let me give you a minute to recover. I mean, mortals like you are supposed to be new to this; at least, that's what I was told, so calm down a bit.

Now, let's continue…

You know how, in the myths (Again, assuming you know them. If you don't, then how'd you even find this?) the gods come down to earth and…I don't really know how to put this…hook up? Yeah, let's go with that. They hook up with mortals like you (Fair warning: Be careful.) and then they produce babies.

The babies are called half bloods.

Demigods.

Heroes.

Half man and half god...

You get the picture.

Shocker, right? Why don't they just stay up there and…No. I don't want to continue that sentence. No way…As disturbing as that sounds… I advise you to get used to it.

Now, you're probably wondering why I know so much…or why I don't consider myself a mortal like you. (Well, if you're not, let's just all assume that you are.) Or, then again, you're probably bored out of your mind just by reading this and are waiting for me to get it over with. If you are, I should probably tell you that I don't give a damn.

Well, then. To answer your question, I'm going to tell you another secret. Yes, another secret. Better get used to that, too.

I am a demigod.

Are you okay? Better not answer that, I wouldn't care either way. Yes, I'm a demigod. I'm not playing you. Seriously. I do not kid.

So, now that that's over, there must be thousands of questions swarming inside your head right now, right? Well, welcome to our world, where the questions multiply when you think you've finally got a straight answer and your life is a living hell. (The Underworld be damned.) Yay.

Fun, right? If you're like me, then yes. It is fun. Mind you, some demigods hate it. They hate that they're in danger most of the time. They even whine about the fact that their godly parent ignores them. Bunch of half divine wuss.

So what, if every single day of your life, you fear that you'd get killed? You're gonna die, anyways, why not die the awesome way? So what, if your godly parent ignores you? If you're like me, then you're probably used to having only one parent, whether it's your mom or your dad. What the Hades is the damned difference? Nothing. You've lived with it most of your life, why not try to live it all the way? Go on, tell me I'm wrong.

Do you know who my godly parent is? If you don't then let me enlighten you.

I'm a daughter of Ares. The War god. Bask in my awesomeness. Not. We're probably the most hated at camp. Not like I care, it just gets a bit…

Whatever.

Wait, did I say camp? Yes, I did say camp. You see, there's this place for demigods like me, where we train so we don't get killed in the mortal world. Monsters can smell us, unfortunately, and apparently, the more powerful we are, the more prominent the scent. Lucky I'm in between, maybe just a little more powerful but let's not talk about that. (Modesty isn't my strong suit, as you can see.)

So, why am I telling you this, exactly? Well, I don't know either. But I guess it has something to do with my problem. You see, I don't normally act like a daughter of Aphrodite but, this time, it's different. I've got this weird feeling in my stomach when I see him and it's weird because it doesn't seem all that bad. I asked a daughter of Aphrodite what I was feeling and all she did was squeal and jump up and down until I was ready to knock her lights out. All because of a stupid idiotic puny little newbie.

I'm telling you, I'm not a daughter of Athena or Aphrodite but I know there's something wrong with me. A huge problem. And I'm trying to solve it. I tried a child of Athena next and he told me that the first step to solving a problem was to admit that I had one. So I did…

I, Sienna Harper, daughter of Ares, like Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus.

There. Problem solved, right? No, it only made it worse. Now that I know I like the guy, I can't help but feel jealous every time he goes all 'Marry me!' on other girls, it's pretty damn annoying. You see, every time he meets a girl who can pretty much beat him to a pulp, he falls in love with them. He did it to me once, and then moved on to another. I mean, what the Hades is with that? That's why I try to pulverize him any chance I get. The damned idiot. And he is so dense! Why can't he-

Oh. Wait, I sound like a lovesick teenager (Which I'm not!), I may like him, but there's a fifty/fifty chance this'll go away soon enough. So, it can't possibly be love. And besides, I don't need love. Yes, need. Not believe, I believe in love, I just don't think everybody needs so much of it. I've gone on half of my life contented with the love of my mother, who says I need anyone like him, now?

Oh, right. Aphrodite did. That stupid goddess!