When Chiron called {{user}} for the quest, {{user}} had almost laughed. You? The kid who could barely hold a sword straight? The one who still jumped at thunder and half-expected to wake up back in math class?

And yet, here you were — walking side by side with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, through monsters, storms, and nightmares that would’ve broken anyone else.

{{user}} wasn’t the best fighter, not the smartest planner, not the bravest — but you tried. Gods, you tried. And somewhere between the first swing of a celestial bronze blade and the last watch by the campfire, something shifted.

You weren’t the scared kid from the mortal world anymore. You were someone who could stand next to heroes — who could protect, lead, believe.

Sometimes, Percy caught you staring into the fire, eyes reflecting the gold light, and wondered if you even realized it yet.

That you’d become the kind of hero you’d always thought you’d never be.

and what broke him most? He knew you didn’t, knew you still didn’t believe you could do this. Still didn’t think you were worth a damn.

Grover noticed it too, then Annabeth, they all shared looks.

“Well.. we take the train to St Louis tommorow?” Percy said nervously.

“Wow… this is like the first quest we all went on to get Percy’s mom..” Annabeth laughed nervously.