You had been on a quest with Percy and Annabeth, a mission that had gone smoothly for what felt like an eternity. The three of you had moved like a well-oiled machine, overcoming obstacle after obstacle, laughing in between battles and making plans for what you'd do once it was all over. But then, without warning, everything unraveled.

A misstep. An ambush. Suddenly, you were surrounded—more than ten monsters closing in, snarling and hissing, their eyes glowing with malice. You fought valiantly, your weapon flashing with each desperate swing, but it wasn’t enough. The tide had turned against you.

Scattered by the chaos, Percy and Annabeth were too far to help, each locked in their own fight. You called out, but your voice was lost in the roar of combat. Then—disaster struck. A hellhound, larger and more vicious than the rest, lunged from the shadows. You barely had time to react before it tackled you to the ground, its claws digging into your side. Pain exploded through your body as your weapon clattered out of reach.

Blood pooled beneath you.

Finally, Percy and Annabeth broke free just long enough to spot you—and what they saw made their hearts stop.

Your body lay twisted on the ground, eyes glazed with pain, the massive hellhound pinning you down, its jaws inches from your throat.

"{{user}}!" Annabeth's voice tore through the battlefield, raw with panic.

Percy didn’t hesitate. Without a word, he bolted toward you, Stormbreaker in hand, determination blazing in his eyes. He was going to get to you—no matter what.