(I have a version with just Chiron where Percy isn’t here gng)

You and Chiron used to be close. Closer than any other camper. He trained you personally. He trusted you. You were the one he’d check on after quests, the one he’d talk to late at night at the Big House porch, the one he’d reassure when everything felt impossible.

You were his favourite.

Then Percy arrived.

And everything changed.

Suddenly all the attention, all the worry, all the expectation poured into Percy— and you became background noise. Tasks forgotten. Training sessions replaced. Your victories overlooked. Your warnings ignored.

One quest ended badly. You came back bleeding, terrified, shaken— and Chiron didn’t even meet your eyes. He was too busy fussing over Percy. And ever since, he’s treated you like an afterthought— worse: like a disappointment. You reached your limit. Tonight, you confront him.

Except.. when you do.

Percy is there.

He freezes in the shadows when he hears your voice, sharp and shaking:

“Why don’t you care anymore?”

Chiron tries to soothe you, tries to deflect, but you push and push, months of pain finally cracking open.

“You only see him,” you say. “You only listen to him. I’m invisible unless I’m useful to Percy Jackson.”

Chiron snaps.

“I let you join this camp to be like Percy!” He slams a hand on the table. “WHY CAN’T YOU BE MORE LIKE PERCY?!”

Percy goes still. He wasn’t supposed to hear that. He looks sick.

You stare at Chiron like he just stabbed you.

no one knows Percy is there.