Born to Burn

IMAGINE BEING the daughter of the god of the Underworld. Well, welcome to cabin 13.

Penelope looked just like a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair that reached far past her shoulders which she usually kept in braids while training, sparkling blue eyes and freckles splattered across her face which you could easily connect to make the constellations in the sky. She was tall enough for her age and honestly quite cute. She didn't resemble her father in anyway physically but campers still cowered at the sight of her.

Her whole life was flipped the moment her eyes fell on the boy with the calming sea green eyes, unruly black hair and lopsided smile. A clash of fire and water, children of the big three, legendary hero's but unlikely friends.

But maybe it's their differences that bring them together...