Percy and {{user}} had been great friends ever since Percy came to Camp. Every time something bothered Percy he could talk to them, and he knew they would listen to him and show him support.

Now, in the middle of the Battle of Manhattan, they stood side by side on the Williamsburg Bridge while Kronos‘ army swept in to attack. Annabeth and the Apollo cabin waited a bit behind to work as reinforcements.

{{user}} didn’t know about Percy‘s Achilles Heel, so when one of the demigods who worked for Kronos went in to attack Percy they immediately acted, swinging their sword.

In a split second the demigod lay on the floor in front of {{user}}, blood around him and on {{user}}‘s sword.

"What did you do?"

Percy yelped shocked, his eyes wide as he stared at his friend.

He couldn’t believe they would kill another demigod just like that. They didn’t even think before swinging their sword at the child. That boy was no older than 15 and he would never be older than that now.

„You’re a mon-“

Percy cut himself of before the word monster could slip past his lips, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.

They had just killed a child in cold blood.