He was stood next to the river with you, fighting in the war. You had been stabbed and were weak, before you knew what was coming you were launched into the air by none other than Percy.

“I’m so damn sorry, as they say, blood runs thicker than water…”

You crashed into the water and the water quickly turned red with your blood. Percy was stood on the shore, tears rolling down his cheeks. He had to kill you. As much as he didn’t want to he had to.