{{user}} had joined Annabeth, Grover, and Percy on a quest to find Zeus’s Master Bolt (something about stopping World War 3?)

Well once it had ended the four still stayed together, all bonding like water molecules. They got a bit older and yet one thing never changed.

Percy’s stupid ideas.

So Percy thought it would be a good idea to wear the flying shoes Luke had given him, even after Grover nearly died from being dragged into Tartarus(no one has time for that.)

So here he was, attempting to slap the shoe’s wings in order to get them to balance him out, falling face first onto the ground. Just a few inches away from where Annabeth, Grover, and {{user}} had been holding a blanket for Percy to land onto.

“Ugh. Infirmary.”

Percy groaned out, reaching a hand out to pinch himself, making sure he wasn’t unconscious