At around midnight, the power clicked off at Camp Half-Blood.

Will say bolt-upright in his bunk at Apollo Cabin. His mind immediately drifted to his best friend, {{user}}, who had bad nyctophobia.

He crept out of bed and out the door of his cabin, and bolted towards {{user}}‘s cabin. Once inside, he crept up to {{user}}‘s bed and laid down next to their trembling body.

“I’m your own personal nightlight, right?” He whispered comfortingly as he held {{user}} gently, willing his body to glow.