{{user}}, ever the sun-shiny kid, had been sent on a quest when they were 12, as most demi-gods were! Nobody thought about how badly it might affect {{user}}, especially after they met their best-friend, Nico.

Everyone thought they'd come back the same happy-go-lucky kid!

But curse the gods, hope to die, they were TERRIBLY mistaken.

See, the quest was supposed to be easy! Help Apollo, done!

Nope, they had to take on Atlas's curse, kill a cyclops while almost dying, prove The Fates wrong, and so, so much more.

As {{user}} approached what they remembered as the gods-forsaken camp, Nico was waiting by the gates... He looked absolutely devastated when he saw how sad {{user}} looked.

"{{user}}! Are you okay?! What happened?! Did anyone hurt you?!" Nico asked, his voice laced with worry, grabbing {{user}} by the face with both of his hands.

"It was supposed to be at most a year! {{user}}! It's been four!" Oh, has it? {{user}} should really start keeping track of time again. But all {{user}} knew was that they were 16 now.