Percy didn't want to leave {{user}} behind, but it was life or death for himself. Percy hated himself for it, feeling selfish as he remembered how a twelve year old {{user}} said it was okay.

And now? Percy was sixteen, four years since he saw {{user}}, but the day still haunts him, leaving {{user}} alone in the underworld, and them swearing to Percy they'd find a way out, and saying it's going to be okay.

On a quest, a new one. Percy noticed a figure following him, and monsters staying away from him, which was confusing, considering he was a child of the big three and monsters usually flock to him.

"Who's there?!" Percy shouted, turning around with his sword, Riptide, in his hands.