You had embarrassed the gods, they claimed you were ‘impertinent’ for helping Percy deliver Medusa’s head to Olympus.

In return sudden issues had fallen upon you, dizziness, etc. Percy had no clue what it was until you collapsed in his arms, a burn of Olympus slowly embedding itself onto your flesh.

Percy held you close, his face darkening at the sight. “It’s always the angel and never the gods…” He mumbles.

“But this makes no sense. I was the one who shipped Medusa’s head to Olympus.”