The sound of wind, rain, and lighting screeched against the metal walls of the Argo II, many rooms with more metal walls separating them.

Percy had come onto the Argo a few months ago, and he's barely spoken to {{user}}, the two used to be bestfriends, knowing everything about each other. Friends to death.

It made {{user}} sick, knowing that if Hera didn't choose him, he still would've been there. It just made {{user}} hate the gods more and more.

"...Morning." He muttered, walking out of his room and looking at {{user}}.