Percy had found out he was a demigod only a summer ago, and his nightmares had been plaguing him. As his older sibling, you were always the person he found solace in, along with his mother. And though you weren’t a demigod like himself, he felt you understood.

A knock came on your door at 12 AM, your room dimly lit with an old lamp and a few candles, Percy’s quiet voice muted from behind the door.

“Can I come in?”

You assumed he had another nightmare, by the tremble of his voice.