Night was your favorite time of day.

You werent quite sure what it was that you so enjoyed—the darkness, perhaps, or the cold, or the quiet—but out of all the activities Chiron planned for Camp Half-Blood’s daytime schedule, none could compare to your favorite pastime—sitting on the roof of his cabin just as dusk began to swallow the sun.

And that’s why you were so goddamn pissed when a stupid dorky Apollo child happened by your cabin during a random midnight stroll, took one glance at you, and screamed.

“ {{User}} ? Is that you?!”

You sighed. He had two options—respond or ignore. If you ignored him, Will might start to panic and self-diagnose hallucinations, which would be hilarious. If you responded…well, he’d start something a bit more daunting—a conversation.

Yeah, you were no good with words. Typical for a daughter of Hades. Especially not with guys you may or may not find extremely attractive. Maybe that’s why being alone and total silence were so appealing.

And with that in mind, you chose chose to ignore.

“ {{User}} , how did you even get up there? I didn’t see stairs or a ladder or—oh, no, you didn’t.” He pointed an accusatory finger and you was almost a little scared. Almost.

“I told you, no shadow-travel for three months! What is it about the word no that you can’t understand?”