It was the middle of summer, the heat of day scaring most campers into the lake for any bit of cool they could find— Percy was no exception, submerged in the water, barely coming up for air as he swam, making air bubbles when he needed to breath. One could forget he was even there.

As time passed and the heat cooled, campers returned to their usual routines, while Percy stayed in the water, floating on his back with his eyes closed— the son of Poseidon was the epitome of peace.