Percy never thought he would run into a real one, one that could change their appearance at will. Shapeshifters were supposed to be rare creatures.

Ones that are dangerous and have the potential to ruin the lives of their enemies, or really, anyone they didn’t like.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you were the reason Annabeth initially couldn’t go on the quest.

Did you do something to hurt her, or scare her into staying in Camp? Did you shift into Chiron and order her to stay behind?

Dozens of questions he needed answers to, because if this quest was going to get any worse, he needed to clear things up before it did.

“Who are you really?” He asked, sword pointed at your throat. His trust in you was waning; who knows who you really are?

“I’m you. I’m me.” You shrug, a bit playful because why would Percy ever hurt you? He’s your friend, and besides, you’re innocent.

“I’m everything you wanna be.”

Aren’t you innocent?