A/N this story has gone of track so I have made a new one with the original description and changed this one.
I would really like a beta to make sure this doesn't happen again.
At school Timi ruled with an iron fist. At home she was alone. At school she was at the top of everything. At home she was lost. At school she proudly told of her family history. At home she stayed quite and out of the way of her patriarchal father.
At school Timis hobby was knife throwing, at home it was sewing, Timi lived in school, she built her world upon the education she needed to leave a life as a disgraced French nobels daughter, and she needed a way to take up the headship of the matriarchal house of Wiman, a house famous mostly for making torture weapons for the French royal family, but during the revolution they got brutally kicked out and travelled to Sweden a country with a lot of iron and a king in need of weapons, but young Timi would do neither.
In school the young child had a land to rule as queen, at home three brothers in the need of constant attention. Timi was a successful ruler, she ruled wisely yet strictly in a dictatorship built upon democratic rights and most of all the rights of mankind and in later years, under the tutoring of Mary Wollstonecraft, women.
When her father came home from his latest trip he told her she was going to a summer camp, her mother had said she should go to, and so in the late days of June, with a pre packed backpack, ten year old Timi sat in a bus on the way to long Island. When Timi arrived she was shocked but as a believer quick to accept that this was the home of halfbloods, she walked towards a big blue house and as she walked upon the porch fell to her knees, Lord Dionysus, she said in shock and still kneeling twisted her head slightly and bowed her head to a half-horse half-man creature, Prince chiron, chiron nearly tripped over his own tail at hearing his proper title, and Dionysus well he looked down at the girl, well at least this brat knows the ancient rules, he said downgradingly, rise girl, she rose and backed away slowly taking three steps back and stopping she bowed deeply and said, thank you Lord Dionysus, backed another three steps turned around and walked to cabin eleven. How she knew to go to cabin eleven is a mystery even to me, but when she entered a teenage boy gestured to a place in the corner, she went over and put her stuff down looking around her, she noticed the aura of the kids where strangely similar to Lord Hermes, deciding this where his kids, she opened her backpack and removed a series of questionable items.