Percy had no clue how he was still alive.

Turned out he was a demigod, whatever that meant, and he was brought to a camp full of ‘em. His pre-algebra teacher revealed herself as a fury, he got chased by a Minotaur all over Long Island with Grover and his mom. Now, he was gripping the ripped horn of the Minotaur as he walked through camp, trotting behind Grover.

There was a lot of kids a couple years older than him, maybe a couple his age. A twelve year old that managed to kill a Minotaur was rare, so everyone turned their heads to him when he walked past. As Grover kept rambling about the Gods, trying to explain everything to Percy, he stumbled when he saw you.

Training at the arena, you couldn’t be a year older than him, yet he tripped face forward. The Minotaur’s horn landed a couple feet away from him. Lifting his head and meeting the bright glare of the sun, yet his cheeks reddened as he saw you.