Mary, a child of the sea god Poseidon, remained an enigma at Camp Half-Blood. Her mother's whispered revelation at birth felt like a cruel joke at first. A daughter of one of the eldest gods, yet Mary preferred solitude.
At nine, burdened by doubt and whispers of madness, Mary ran away, the axe from her mother's tool shed clutched tight. By eleven, a satyr stumbled upon her sleeping in a conquered beast's cave, recognizing the demigod in her scent.
Rumors swirled around her – whispers of sights no demigod should ever witness, experiences she never tried to dispel. Was it fear, pride, or something darker that kept her silent? Perhaps the truth she guarded was a raging storm, too powerful to unleash.
