Like I said before I don't own the characters or the setting. This is just for fun. Also I would like to add, I didn't know how high to make the rating. There is sword fighting and blood and kissing. Nothing worse than that, but I want to make sure I don't get in trouble for the content.


From there it was a blur. Beckondorf took me to the big house. Once there I got my little orientation. It was a little over whelming. They put me in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed kids. They didn't seem to happy about it.

That night at the campfire I was claimed by Hephaestus. I was so happy I would be getting out of the crowded Hermes cabin. My new brothers and sisters eyed me suspiciously. I wasn't a very strong person. I was small and not big and brawny like most of them. Beckondorf did his best to make me feel welcomed.

I became a quick learner in the forges and became strong and lean. Beckondorf said I made the best weapons he had ever seen, especially when it came to the details. I made friends including a girl from the Ares cabin. She was two years older but she told me, "I like the way you sharpen a blade." Samantha was her name and she was cool and easy going. I was her main weapons girl and she hung out with me during the games making sure I didn't get maimed. You see I didn't like to practice the sword fighting. I just liked to make the swords. Partly because I wasn't any good starting out. Probably not a good thing considering I was supposed to be able to defend myself from monsters.

Not only did Samantha protect me but she also stood up for me a lot. I guess for some reason a lot of the girls in the Aphrodite cabin did not like me or my siblings. Probably because they thought it was a crime that their poor mother had to be married to my father. I don't deal with the affairs of gods, so it's not my place to say whether it's fair or not. I mean come on, both sides of the party still run off and fall in love with humans. But for some reason they really didn't like me. I guess I was just weird like that. Or maybe it's because of Drew Tanaka.

"Hey wasn't Drew saying something about Charlie?" Aphrodite girl #1. She placed herself on a fallen log and proceeded to examine her nails.

Her second friend stood to the side watching the group of guys across the way. "Beckondorf or the girl?" she asked.

"Charlie, the girl." The one sitting on the log rolling her eyes and adjusted her armor.

There was a cackle from a third girl. I would have given this girl a role as the wicked witch in any old fairy tale. "Yeah, she's always covered in grease. Like does she even know how to bathe?"

"That's why our mom hates being married to her dad." Girl #2 said straightening her helmet.

I gave a bitter laugh from the brush I was hiding behind, 'Even Aphrodite herself could not find me someone to love.' I got a small roll of thunder from that. The trumpet sounded and the game had ended. The girls went away snickering and my little self-esteem being demolished.

That was just one of the few instances in my stay at Camp Half-blood, but that was the one that got me in a whole lot of trouble with a certain someone up in Olympus.

A few weeks later Samantha brought one of her brothers in. His name was Eric. She explained to me how he didn't have a properly balanced sword and how being the good older sister she was brought him to me. I was sure she made a deal with Eric and was probably going to get out of doing chores or get a little something extra from the camp store. I didn't mind, especially with all the bragging she does about me.

"This girl can make the best and most balanced weapons." She made the statement with pride. (Like I said, bragging.) "So, do you think you could whip something up for my brother Eric here?"

I was busy drawing out a diagram and barely glanced up. "Let's go to the forge at three. No one will be there so I can focus." It was true because everyone in my cabin would be out practicing sword fighting.

Three o'clock rolled around and Eric came jogging up almost excitedly. The first thing I did was I sized him up. Then I pushed him. I was testing his reflexes and his balance. Something I believe you should know before attempting to create a weapon. His face turned red and a frown set in. He brought back his arm. I turned in time to catch the blow in my arm instead of my chest. He looked confused. Probably because I wasn't fighting back.

"Please don't hit me, I was checking your balance."

He looked guilty and then he looked angry. Probably because I made him feel guilty. He watched me the rest of the evening even after all the other campers came back from practice. Beckondorf came to check on me as usual. I only glanced at him, trying to stay focused, as he went to stand with Eric. I could hear him still.

"She's the best weapons maker we've got."

I could feel the muscles in my face tighten as I tried to hold back a grin. I loved getting praise from Beckondorf. It made me feel special and proud of what I could do.

"That's what Samantha said," Eric responded.

Beckondorf nodded. "It would be nice if she actually knew how to fight." He chuckled, but there was a seriousness about the way he spoke. I rolled my eyes. I knew he was afraid for my safety. Especially with the upcoming war with the titans. There was no way to avoid that.

I looked up at the two of them. Neither of them were looking at me. Eric looked really concerned too. I knew I really needed to learn, but by this point I was so far behind that even the youngest campers could out dual me. Samantha especially got on me for this.

Not much later, I finished the sword and Eric left swinging it around like he was the happiest kid on the planet. As he was walking he kept talking about how great it felt in his hand. "Look out monsters! Eric is going to turn you to dust! This sword is going to slice you like cheese." On and on he went. I had to smile, he was something else.

All that week I had seen him showing off his sword. Everyone else seem impressed. Even his siblings begrudgingly gave him some compliments.

The next week he came in and asked me to sharpen his sword.

"It should be just fine. I only made this last week," I said. I turned back to my project which was leaking oil all over the table.

"I like to have the sharpest blade in the camp." He was pleading, "please."

I gave him a look. "Sharpen it yourself."

"How about this, you sharpen my sword once a week and I give you fighting lessons."

"The son of Ares and the daughter of Hephaestus. Oh this should be good." I laughed, "Our dad's hate each other."

"Doesn't mean we have to." Eric stuck out his hand. I thought about it for a second. "Ok," I shook his hand.