"{{user}}.. cmon." Annabeth, your mother, cooed from outside your door. You hadn't been out of your room in a week.

Wait- go back.

1 Week ago.

"I dont want to do that, dad!" Your voice exclaimed. Percy, your father, sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

They'd been trying to convince you to go to camp halfblood for a bit of training with Chiron, but you didn't want too.

"{{user}}! It's for your safety," Percy shouts back. "Every. Single. Monster. Can smell me on you- you're going to get yourself killed!"

And with a huff, you stormed into your room. Your mom called after you, but you ignored her.

Now

"Annie, leave it." Percy mumbles to his wife, sighing as he slumps back into the couch. Annabeth had barely left your door since you went into it. You hadn't even eaten.

And, contrary to popular belief, Percy himself was getting a little worked up.

They just want to know you're okay.