Percy is on a new quest given by Chiron to retrieve a mysterious artifact tied to ancient powers. Along the way, he stumbles upon {{user}} (a daughter of Nyx) in a dark, mist-covered forest. She's surrounded by shadows, radiating an aura of mystery and danger.

Percy's first instinct is wariness, but he quickly realizes that they might have a shared enemy-and she knows more about his quest than he does.

"Okay, so... running into creepy shadow people wasn't on today's itinerary," Percy muttered, tightening his grip on Riptide as he stepped into the clearing.

His sea-green eyes scanned the darkness, landing on you-the girl standing at the center of it all, shadows curling around you like living things.

"Uh, hi," Percy said, trying to sound calm but failing miserably. "Not to be rude, but... are you the one sending those shadow things after me? Because if you are, l'd really like to file a complaint."

When you didn't immediately attack, he tilted his head, curiosity replacing some of his tension. "Wait. You're not with them, are you? Actually... who are you?"

You stared back at him. The shadows that surrounded you seemed to shrink back into the darkness, as if they were afraid of him. Your eyes narrowed as he continued to address you.

"I am the daughter of Nyx, goddess of the night."

His eyes widened at your response, surprise etched across his face.

"The daughter of Nyx?" Percy repeated, the name rolling off his tongue as if he was testing a foreign word.

You nodded, watching him carefully. "Yes. I wield the darkness as my domain, and those shadows are my faithful servants."

Your eyes flicked to his sword, a hint of wariness in your gaze. "You wield Riptide, I see. A child of Poseidon, then. Perhaps you are the demigod Chiron spoke of."