Anna
Anna looked herself over in the mirror. Her reflection stared out at her. Demigods as a rule were attractive. Most of them may not be Aphrodite's kids level of beautiful, (meaning pretty, but not supermodels) but godly genetics do have an affect. Even Mr. D's remaining son Pollux was handsome, and the wine god was no looker. It also came from years of battle training and constantly fighting for their lives. It also helped that demigods were fit; lean and often tanned from training outdoors all year. And it showed.
Anna inherited her mother's grey eyes, a hallmark of all the children of wisdom. Her own were a little paler, a little clearer than the rest, but still a bold and unusual silver grey. Her rich brown hair was a gift from her father, the natural wave a gift from him too. Proud regal features, high cheekbones, a straight nose, full lips. Anna knew that she was beautiful. But rarely does she choose to play it up. Killing monsters while playing spy, or fighting in wars left little time for vanity. And her scar collection was extensive, leaving her clothing options more limited than most. She avoided the beach if it wasn't at either demigod camp.
Today her long hair hung in loose curls over her shoulders, stopping just under her shoulder blades. Dark eyeliner highlighted her eyes, a slight silver shimmer of eyeshadow gracing her lids. Lipstick reddened her mouth and she'd borrowed concealer to hide a few of the more recent scars that had yet to fade sufficiently. She wore a white chiton trimmed in silver and grey, while a silver belt cinched her waist, showing off the hard earned figure of a warrior. Silver sandals, modeled after those worn in Ancient Greece were laced onto her feet. Over all she looked like a goddess had stepped off the marble block that she'd been carved on. Bethany, a daughter of Venus, squealed with delight. After all Anna was her masterpiece.
"Now you're ready for the Senate meeting!" She clapped her hands together. Anna was attending an emergency Senate meeting about the demon issue. Hopefully by the end of the week it would be as non existent as their usual monster problems. As in only on quests, or occasional flare ups. Her last Senate meeting. So she'd finally allowed the over enthusiastic child of Venus from the third cohort give her a make over for the occasion. Anna planned on saying her goodbyes afterwards at the mess before slipping away.
Her pyre would be at Camp Half Blood, her quarters at the embassy in New Rome already cleaned out, barren. She would leave a couple letters there too, one for Reyna, Terminus (even if he was a god) for Frank and Hazel, Bethany and a few others she had become friends with over the last couple of years. Anna was a little surprised how many letters she ended up writing. It had always felt like once a spy, always a spy; even if her skills had only been used a few times over the years. And undercover operatives were left little time or comfort for luxuries like friends. But somehow both camps had wormed their way into her heart. Even if none of them ever made it past the veritable fortress of secrets she hid behind, Anna had made real connections, real friends. Her secrets didn't matter to them. The only thing that any of them had cared about was that she came home alive. Anna took a deep breath.
'Don't cry. Not yet. You still have some time.' She reminded herself. Nevertheless, as she walked towards New Rome and the Senate House, her eyes watered traitorously. Bethany, too distracted with straightening her own toga and fussing with her own appearance, didn't notice her wipe away a single tear.