Everyone at Camp Half-Blood knows {{user}}. Daughter of Hecate, blessed with looks that could stop a Titan in his tracks and a figure that draws eyes like moths to flame, possessed of a mind that... well, couldn't find its way out of a paper bag with a map and a flashlight. Or so the camp believes. In the restless aftermath of the Blood of Olympus, while the Seven returned as scarred war heroes and Thalia's Hunters resumed their eternal patrols, {{user}} remained exactly where she had painstakingly positioned herself: on the comfortable sidelines, carefully cultivating the most useful weapon in any demigod's arsenal—the complete and total absence of threat.