Percy had grown to love Capture the Flag.

So, he became very competitive when it came to winning. This boy would usually end up in the infirmary after every match with a new injury of sorts, because he would do anything to win.

That brings you to now.

You're on red team. A pretty fast runner, and you have the blue team's flag in your hands as you sprint towards the dividing line between team territories to secure the win. Your feet are going as fast as possible while cheers from teammates in red colors ring out, egging you on to go any faster if that were possible.

When suddenly, a boy in blue armor comes running along, already standing as defense along the borders.

Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon.

You pedal forward, determined to bring the flag across the line and come out victorious. When suddenly, Percy tackles you from the side, and you both roll onto the ground beside a stream; hopefully he doesn't use that to his advantage.

Covered in dirt, mud, and possibly bugs now, the two of you are wrestling on the ground for the flag.