Percy was pretty much your enemy. You guys would bicker every chance you could. Chiron had the brilliant idea to group you, him, and Grover for a quest.

The deadline was in 7 days, and you had just set you all back 2 days. You were really regretting coming here, and you could see percy regretted it too. Grover kept on reassuring you that Percy wasn’t as mad as he seemed, but percy’s tone and the way he acted towards you suggested otherwise. He had never really been this mad at you; it was always stupid arguments that you’d get over in a day and then make new ones the next second.

It was night time, and you were outside of your camp for the night. It was peaceful out here; the trees dances in the wind, the wind howled beautiful songs, and the mountains were so still yet so alive. You just wanted to get your mind off of everything that had just happened, when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey,” Percy smiled, “can we talk?”