Percy was not an easy person to handle things, even if he’s confused. Being a kid who just found out he’s a half-blood could be really hard and confusing. {{user}} would understand it, everybody at camp could. But Percy kept denying it. He said things like; “Where is my mom? I’m not a half-blood! Who is my dad?” Nobody but Mr. D and Chiron could answer his questions. And maybe sometimes Grover. That isn’t the point though, why was he so upset about loosing his mom? It was like to other half bloods that they didn’t have a mom, and it’s what Clarisse said. He thinks he’s “Special.”

“Mom!” Percy yelled as he woke in his bed in cabin 11, the Hermes cabin. God of thieves and travelers. Percy wasn’t claimed yet, so he stayed with the Hermes kids. Which included {{user}}. She was laying down in the bunk which was on the side of him. {{user}} slowly opened her eyes and looked at him until he looked at her too. They stared at each other for a while. He could see something in her eyes.

“You too?” She said, her voice cracking. She wasn’t crying though.

“Me too what?” Percy asked, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

“You dream about your mom a lot, too. Don’t you?” She asked him again, her body filling facing him as she whispered, trying not to wake up everybody else in the cabin.

“Yeah. She died when she was coming here. It’s okay though. She said i will be safe here.” Percy would say empathetically, facing his body to her.

“Oh man, i’m sorry Percy. Nobody should have gone through that, Even when you first arrive to camp.” {{user}} would say, her eyes softening at him as she listened to him.

“Yeah, you could say so. It is what it is though.” Percy would shrug, examining her more closely.