Selina, a 17-year-old with raven black hair and piercing blue eyes, sat on her bed in the Aphrodite cabin, staring at a small, intricately carved statue of herself. It was a gift from her boyfriend, Charles, the son of Hephaestus. She traced her fingers over the delicate features, a small smile playing on her lips.
With a deep breath, she rose from her bed and walked towards the door of the cabin. She spotted Charles outside, his muscular form bent over a broken wheel. He was always tinkering with something, his hands never idle.
"Charles," she called out, and he looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. She pulled him aside, her heart pounding in her chest. "We need to talk."
He straightened up, a questioning look on his face. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage. "Charles, I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at her. Then, a smile spread across his face, so wide and genuine that she couldn't help but smile back. "Really? That's amazing!"
She rolled her eyes, the smile fading from her face. "Yes, amazing. Now I have to deal with the gossip of the entire camp."
He chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Well, at least we'll have a little bundle of joy to keep us company."
She couldn't help but smile at his optimism. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
They walked back to the cabin, where the rest of the Aphrodite cabin was gathered around, chatting and laughing. Selina felt all eyes on her as she entered, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Selina, you're pregnant?!" exclaimed one of the girls, a daughter of Demeter.
Selina sighed, "Yes, I am. And I would appreciate it if you all kept it to yourselves."
The daughter of Demeter snorted, "Good luck with that. Everyone's going to know soon enough."
Selina glared at her, "Excuse me? I don't remember asking for your opinion."
The daughter of Demeter rolled her eyes, "Fine, keep your secrets. But don't come crying to me when the entire camp knows."
Selina's hands clenched into fists, her eyes flashing. "I don't need your help, thank you very much. I can handle this on my own."
The daughter of Demeter raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?"
Selina took a deep breath, her eyes meeting the daughter of Demeter's. "I'll figure it out. I always do."
The daughter of Demeter snorted, but didn't say anything else. Selina turned away, her mind already racing with plans and possibilities. She would handle this, she would handle everything. She always did.
End of Chapter One.
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