You laid on your stomach on your bunk, doodling on the map of Camp Half Blood. Your feet kicked back and forth on your bed. You just have been let a day off since the Stoll brothers decided to flood the archery range Again.

You decided to seize this moment and take this free time for yourself. The year has been chaotic with the war effort to defeat Kronos. You were drawing a scorpion in the middle of the woods, but ink splatted and ran across the map from a startling knock on the door. You waited a bit, catching your breath that just left your body, Its probably nothing. You thought to yourself. You looked back at your paper to see the ink stain that ruined the whole map. You swore under your breath as you crumpled up the map, throwing it away.

Another urgent knock rang on the door. Gods, What now? you thought as you started to get irritated by the disturbance. You angrily walked up to the door, half-expecting a lost camper. A shiver rolled through your body as you locked eyes with Percy. You guys always had your differences the quests you took. Not helping that the stress added even more distance.

You focused your gaze on his salty-emerald eyes. He was bloodied and bruised almost on every limb. You had a dissatisfied taste in your mouth, “What-“ You started and got cut off by his rushed breath.

“I had no where else to go.” He said exhaustedly, dipping a softer approach. His frame leaning on the door, Riptide clenched in his hand.

Out of all people, he picked you. His sworn enemy.