જ⁀➴ You didn’t usually spend much time with Percy. Only when Chiron assigned you to the same group, or on occasion when you both ended up chatting at the campfire. But beyond that, your paths rarely crossed. You didn’t dislike him — you just didn’t have much reason to interact. Sure, he’d saved the world a few times, but… well, so what?

Today, though, was different.

Percy was getting ready to head back to school for the year, which meant he needed someone to look after his hellhound, Mrs. O’Leary.

“Hey, {{user}}. I have a favor to ask,” he said, approaching you after dinner. It was strange, to say the least. Why would he go and ask you for a favor? He had plenty of other friends.