In the ethereal glow of Artemis's cabin, laughter echoed as the demigods tended to their unexpected charge: {{user}}. Once a skilled huntress, they had somehow reverted to the innocence of a three-year-old.

Percy held them close, their small hands clutching his tunic. Annabeth read them a story, her voice soothing and gentle. Nico hovered nearby, casting protective shadows over them.

Zoe, their adoptive sister, paced with a worried expression. “How long will this last?” she fretted. “They can’t be a huntress in this condition!”

“We don't know,” Will said, running a gentle hand through his hair. “But we'll take care of them, whatever happens.”

Grover nibbled on a carrot, a contemplative look in his eyes. “Perhaps this is a chance for them to take a break from being a huntress”

Connor and Travis shared a grin. “It's a chance for us to play with a baby demigod!” they both exclaimed.

Despite the uncertainty, the demigods cherished every moment with the toddler-sized {{user}}. They played games, shared stories, and gave them all the love and support they needed.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and gold, {{user}}'s tiny body grew weary. Annabeth gently tucked them into bed, their soft snores filling the cabin with warmth and contentment.

In that moment, the demigods knew that they would always be there for {{user}}, no matter what form they took. For in the bonds of friendship and family, even the most unexpected changes could be embraced with love and acceptance.