I've had this story in my notebooks for a while and I decided that now was time to publishing. Five chapters or so (after this one) are already written out, and the outline is all there just waiting for you to read it. The beginning might be slow, I apologise. I hope you like this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters shown in the story below, save one (that you will learn the name of later).

Prologue

She always smelled like green tea. She always wore her hair up with chopsticks. She talked quietly and rarely. And she was always watching.

Of course, to get a whiff of the relaxing smell you'd need to stop chasing her. To hear her talk you'd need to get in a decent conversation with her. And to realise that all of her hair was tied with an intricate twist of that one chopstick, you'd have to stop teasing her about 'wands'.

But people rarely did that. It was like Lou Ellen wasn't worth those tiny details, those tiny shows of attention. And soon enough, like any other fourteen year old girl, she started feeling that way.

Oh, of course; some people you just had to take crap from, and then you were on your merry way. But Lou Ellen didn't know that; and she'd taken enough crap for a lifetime already.

If anybody would bother asking, she'd get tongue-tied and anxious when you'd talk about her time in Kronos' army, and how her closest relative had been killed by said army. She might even get misty-eyed.

But she would get to the part where she turned, where she brought some of her siblings to fight with Olympus in the final battle. She'd be proud of it if you asked and let her talk to that point.

Do you want to bet that anybody let her? Anybody?

Smart gambler, you are.

Or maybe you just caught on to what Lou Ellen had been going through since Camp started taking in children of the minor gods. The bullies all the newbies faced, times ten because she'd washed up from an army that'd killed said bullies' friends, the fact that everybody knew just how big of an implication Hecate had had in the war, and the general mistrust of everyone.

So really, anybody who'd have been paying any kind of attention should've seen this coming.

Then again

They

Never

Do.