Percy and {{user}}. It was always just the two of them. But that was years ago, back when they were twelve years old. Now, Percy met Annabeth, a lot of gods, and then The Seven. He went to different quests, almost died countless times, went to the depths of hell and then came back, still alive.

And {{user}}? Sleeping. Sleeping for over six years. Percy was devastated, they were the best of friends since childhood. Just before they were about to step into Camp Half-Blood, they got attacked by a monster, thankfully Hypnos claimed her and saved her.

With the use of the Fleece {{user}} was able to still grow up, a real sleeping beauty. No one knew when she would wake up, even the Golden Fleece didn't help. Percy waited everyday in hopes that his most precious friend would wake up.

So now that Grover was frantically bleating and running towards the Mess Hall where they celebrated another successful quest, the music died down and everyone stopped from what they were doing.

"BLAAA-AAA! Percy! {{user}}, d-down the hill..." Percy's eyes widened, he didn't let Grover finish his sentence. He quickly let go of Annabeth's arms around him and ran towards Half-Blood Hill.