Fair.
It was a word that Reyna had never believed in.
It wasn't fair that they were demigods.
It wasn't fair that they had to leave home.
It wasn't fair the pirates took them captive.
It wasn't fair that Hylla left her.
It wasn't fair that Jason disappeared.
It wasn't fair that Percy could remember.
It wasn't fair that her sister came at Percy's bidding, but not hers.
It wasn't fair that the Greeks attacked.
It wasn't fair that Percy and Annabeth were in Tartarus.
It wasn't fair that she had to fly around the world.
It wasn't fair that Scipio died.
Nothing was fair.
Hylla had taught her from a young age.
"There isn't such a thing as fair. We have to make our own way in the world. Nothing will ever be fair."
It was almost funny how the words in Hylla's speech never changed.
But she was right.
"I'm warning you," Hylla always said. "Don't expect everything to work out."
Hylla never believed in fair and neither did Reyna.
She did remember one day, after they were captured by the pirates, Hylla was where she thought Reyna couldn't hear.
"Mom, please," Hylla had said. "It just isn't fair. Please, I…" She was crying.
Reyna wondered if her sister had, all those years, believed that the world should be fair.
It would be fair if Scipio hadn't died.
It would be fair if she hadn't had to fly around the world.
It would be fair if Percy and Annabeth weren't in Tartarus.
It would be fair if the Greeks hadn't attacked.
It would be fair if her sister came at her bidding, and not Percy's.
It would be fair if Percy couldn't remember.
It would be fair if Jason hadn't disappeared.
It would be fair if Hylla hadn't left her.
It would be fair the pirates hadn't taken them captive.
It would be fair if they didn't had to leave home.
It would be fair if they weren't demigods.
Everything should be fair.
It was a word that Reyna had never believed in.
Fair.