Percy was exhausted. Being perfect and remarkably good-looking could get tiring sometimes. No— But seriously, when the whispers and rumors got to him, he found solace on the camp beach. Since it was night, no one else was there— just Percy and his lingering thoughts. He didn’t know what he did to gain such attention, and he wouldn’t complain— but lately it was a lot. People saw him as some hero when he was just a tired teen with a lot of luck.

He buried his face in his hands and sighed.