You met Grover during a summer that never seemed to end. Camp Half-Blood had a way of making everything feel mythic, but Grover? He was soft-spoken, awkward. Kind.

And you found yourself always looking for him in the crowd.

After your first monster attack, when you thought you were going to die, he was the one holding your hand. Calming you with stories about tree spirits and wild music.

But tonight, he wasn’t smiling. 
“They don’t want me on the next quest,” he said, staring into the campfire.

“Said I’m not strong enough. That I don’t lookthe part.” 
You sat beside him, your shoulder against his.

“They don’t know what you’ve done. What you’ve survived.” 
“I’m just a satyr, {{user}}. Not a hero.”
You turned to him then, heart full of fire.

“Grover, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.” 
His voice broke. “Why do you believe in me so much?” 
“Because I love you.” 
He looked at you like the words were a spell he’d waited his whole life to hear.