"𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥." "𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕋𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟."

You and Percy never really got along. When he first came to camp you were rough on him but as year went by you warmed up slightly but respected him more now.

You were a counselor and were sitting at the round table with the other 19 counselors for a meeting about an upcoming war that you wanted to stop.

Both you and Percy were powerful as fuck and the camp knew it. While everyone was talking over each other Percy spoke up.

"I mean to fight this war. And win it." He said. His voice deep, dangerous and a bit unsettling.