Percy Jackson, a kid from Camp Half-Blood. Your best friend. He got more and more posessive over the years, but never THIS posessive.

You and Percy were on a mission, you had to find some half bloods. Most satyrs were on their trip to find Pan so they couldn't help you out.

A problem occured. Luke ran into you both. Percy drew his sword (Riptide.) You drew your bow and arrow. But suddenly Percy spoke.

"If you touch her, Luke, I swear...It won't be pretty. Back away before I MAKE you."