The whole camp was celebrating, Apollo children sung around the campfire, children of Aphrodite made sure everyone was in a good mood, the rest went to help out with fireworks, or went to do their own stuff. Percy wasn't interested in the celebration though. Too loud, too many people, no Annabeth, no Like, no you. So he went to find someone he actually knows.

Deeper in the forest, Percy hears voice that seemed just familiar to his liking. So he made his way further down on the hill, he was about to call out. But then he heard that the voices, yours and Luke's, were rather distressed. Like there was an argument bound to happen.. So Percy hid behind the tree, wanting to eavesdrop before making himself known.

"We had a deal, you agreed to help me." Luke's voice was tinted with annoyance, maybe even a hint of anger. You, in exchange, sounded hesitant, distressed.

"After you kept pushing me. I told you I didn't like the plan, but this is too much."

Percy grew suspicious at the convention. Plan? What plan? And why did you sound so nervous? Was it something bad?