“Come on, {{user}}!”

Your best friend whispered, dragging you by the wrist towards the woods.

“You’re not planning on like … murdering me with an axe or anything, are you,” you ask him. Leo laughs, “No.”

It’s late. It’s dark. The stars are out. And the sounds of the campfire singing are fading the further you two sneak off from it. Leo wanted to show you something so bad and it couldn’t wait till morning.

Close your eyes this; trust me that.

You did trust him. More than anyone, actually. But there’s a difference between trusting him with your life and trusting him with your eyes closed.

He’s dragging you through the woods that border Camp Half-Blood. With as many trees as he’s almost made you hit, you would think he’s closed his eyes at some point too.

“Almost there,” he reassures you quietly. Like it’s a secret. Just for the two of you. You sigh, relieved.

“Oh, wait. Watch out —“

The tip of your shoe catches on a root and you go falling forward. Leo tightens the grip he has on your wrist and spins you, catching you with his other arm.