“Look, I don’t want any drama or problems between us.” Percy says calmly— or at least, he’s trying to stay calm. It’s obvious he’s probably about to start sweating.

He just saw his mom get killed by a Minotaur, his best friend is actually half goat— or whatever a satyr is. And now he’s here in this summer camp his dad wanted him to apparently go to.

Percy already hates this already. “Friends?” he extends his hand out to you. I swear, if this person becomes my biggest enemy. I’m going to stress out. If it’s possible for him to be even more stressed out.