So this is a story about a roman who is Praetor at Camp Jupiter in the future. She is a very, very strong, very important daughter of Jupiter and is not a Mary sue.

To prove it I'll put her weak link on the drawing board right away. Her neck. A cut to her neck could kill her, right on the left side of her neck is a tiny notch in her Achilles' curses armor.

Her name is Aster and she is a roman who is a tribute to the Greeks, because in the year 2036 the Greek gods got angry at the Romans and to stop any conflict Jupiter gave up his only daughter, naming her Aster which is the Greek word for Star. Aphrodite was touched by the gift and made sure Zeus never received it, dipping it in the river styx and sending it back to The wolf house.

Aster knows none of this except the fact she is a daughter of Jupiter and she was dipped in the river styx.

Disclaimer: Santa is not giving me rights to PJO. I just know it... Oh well. Maybe I'll get an Owl city CD. I know that's what I asked for!

I stood on the hill over looking the bay area.

I'd been up here millions of times, but the view still took my breath away.

Behind me the misty air shimmered.

"Aster?" The image in the sky asked. It was my fellow praetor, no doubt wanting me to get back to camp.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming Tony." Antonio was my best friend, but he could get annoying.

I was actually glad, his demand for my presence was an excuse to do my favorite thing in the whole world.

Fly.

I dived off the side of the hill and plummeted straight downwards. The winds cushioned my fall as I flew, I flew straight into the tunnel, ignoring the guards and their screams of, "PAUSA!"

I came to a running stop and headed for New Rome.

Tony was there waiting for me.

"We have a meeting in a few minutes! You can't fly off like that Aster! You have to be responsible! The last child of Jupiter was Jason and you have to live up to him!"

I hate the name Jason. He lived years ago and still I am compared to him. It disgusts me.

"Okay, Okay. I'll be there in a minute, just let me change." I also hated my Praetor robes. If I had my way we'd be allowed to all wear jeans and purple t-shirts to war council. Unfortunately my uptight co-praetor is a bit more strict. It drives me up a wall.

I changed into my robes and watched as people started filing into the meeting room.

The robes were itchy and uncomfortable and my seat was hard and cold. My ADHD mind could sense the perfect winds that blew outside and I yearned to be free.

No. Such. Luck.

Tony droned on and I started thinking about that place on my neck.

How easy it would be to kill me.

I felt sick.

But I sat straight up in my seat and pretended to be okay.

I am a horrible pretender.

So? What do you think? Guys? Anyone?