There’s a whole amount of things that can go wrong mid-quest for a demigod, you never know who’s going to try and make your life harder first: mortals or monsters, maybe both at the same time. Well, a completed quest is a completed quest, but that satisfaction doesn’t make your muscles hurt any less, nor your clothes less destroyed and dirty, or your body less scratched and bloody, it’s all coming down at once, making you painfully aware of each uncomfortable sensation while you drag yourself towards your cabin.

Now that summer’s ending the camp is rather empty, only a few demigods in sight. You planned to leave right after the quest was done so you could spend some days in your new apartment before college’s classes start, which you are now questioning if it’s a good ideia when you just want to lay in your bed and sleep forever. Your inner conflict is brutally interrupted when someone grabs you from behind, lifting you off the floor in a suffocating hug.

“Nuh uh! Don’t even complain, you’re were gone for weeks and I was left here to suffer. Oh, how cruel, can you imagine how completely heart broken and depressed I was? Now you gotta make up for it.”

Connor laughs mischievously, seeming to ignore the fact you look (and smell) absolutely gross, and that you explicitly told him to leave first and not wait for your arrival since you could meet each other later. Well, when does he ever listen to what other people tell him to do anyways?