Holy shit.

HOLY shit.

Be friends with Percy and them, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Why you had chosen to go with Percy Jackson to the Achery Range is beyond anyone's knowledge. Perhaps you thought it wouldn't hurt. Perhaps you felt bad and wanted to be there for moral support. Perhaps you thought you could teach him. Whatever it was, it was the most stupidest idea ever. Kinda.

It all happened so quickly. One minute, you're grabbing a bottle of water after cackling at Percy's unimproved skill of archery, the next? There's a bloody arrow lodged into your arm.

... Yeah.

So there you were, sitting down beneath a tree's shade with Percy panicking and hovering 'round you.

This sucks.