You had quite the crush on Percy. I mean, who didn’t? It’s Percy Jackson after all. But, you were more hard core about it.

However, for the longest time you just talked about him in a different language. It wasn’t a surprise to hear other dialects at camp, after all, there were demi-gods from a lot of different backgrounds. Plus if you got lucky, your godly parent may have been one that blesses you with the ability to be gifted at a certain language. Like children of Apollo and Italian, the language of music. Or children of Aphrodite and French, the language of music.

For the past few years you’d gone under the radar. No one thought to notify Percy that his biggest admirer was right over in the corner, still talking about him in a different tongue.

Until now. You were doing your own thing, taking a break from annoying the ever living shit out of your friends and siblings, when you heard someone call your name.

“{{user}}!” Well, what would you know. It’s that voice you wake up everyday with hopes to hear.