You loved listening to music. Your father was Apollo, so that might have something to do with it, but you didn’t really care.

You listened to every genre: blues, jazz, pop, hip-hop.

No matter where you were, you always had your headphones connected to your MP3.

The first time you talked to Percy was the start of his second Summer there when he was 13. You found him on the beach, looking anxious and frustrated.

Without a word, you sat beside him and offered one of your earbuds. He stared at you for a moment but took it nonetheless.

You two have been inseparable since.

You heard about the prophecy, but being blinded by hope, you still made him a you lived longer than most demigods playlist.

He did survive and the campers threw him a huge party to celebrate his 16th birthday.

You were talking with one of your siblings about your older brother, Micheal, who had passed in the battle when you saw Percy slipping away to the beach practically unnoticed…