It isn’t Tyson’s fault. Everyone knows that. But knowing something and feeling it are two completely different things.

The moment Chiron said it—“This is Tyson, your cyclops brother.”—something inside {{user}} just… snapped shut.

And now the three of you are stuck in the Poseidon cabin. No quests. No training. Just confinement and quiet. Percy sits cross-legged on his bunk, trying to look supportive, trying not to look at the way you won’t meet anyone’s eyes. Tyson sits on the floor with his hands in his lap, big shoulders hunched, trying to take up less space even though he never could. Every few seconds, he sneaks a hopeful glance toward you, then quickly looks away again.

you’re a storm of anger. jaw locked. Arms folded tight across their chest. Shoulders rigid, like youre holding yourself together by force. Anger burns off you in waves — not loud anger, not yelling — but the quiet, suffocating kind that fills every corner of the room.

Not because Tyson is bad. Not because he did anything wrong. But because suddenly nothing in your life feels like yours anymore. Another secret you didn’t get to choose. Another family twist you didn’t ask for. Another destiny shoved into your hands while you were still figuring out your own name.

Tyson shifts, the floor creaking under him. Percy tries to smile. Nobody breathes too loudly.