You’d heard rumours about the god who held up the sky, about how he spent his lift quite literally holding up the weight of the sky to stop it from falling, your friend Annabeth had been kidnapped, and forced to hold up the sky, you, Percy and Grover were all on a mission to find her, to save her, you arrive at the top of the mountain, the air is thick and the tension is high, you immediately spot Annabeth, holding up the sky, clearly her body was giving up, Percy didn’t waste a second before running over, practically pushing her out of the way and taking the weight from her, taking her place in holding up the sky. You watched in horror as a piece of his hair turns white, you could tell he was breaking under the weight, and no matter how much you two didn’t get along and argued all the time, you couldn’t bear to watch this, you rush forward, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Percy give me the sky.” You tell him, he couldn’t even look up at you, he was grunting and yelling in pain, pure and agonising pain as he tried to his best to hold up the weight- breaking under its weight, he was in pure agony and you couldn’t bare it, you two were enemies and at each others throats at any chance you got but seeing him like this- it was breaking you.