Percy was unwinding with a stroll through the woods. His head was lowered, footsteps naturally silent. Whispers of a harsh conversation caught his ear.

“You’re overreacting.” A voice was arguing with their partner, and Percy instantly recognized who it belonged to; Luke.

He also recognized the snappy reply as something from {{user}}. Percy went still, not wanting to be caught up in what he assumed to be a breakup conversation when—

“Kronos said we had to do this. Don’t get cold feet now,” Luke’s voice spoke accusingly — directed at {{user}}.

Percy felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs. Kronos? {{user}} and Luke were… helping the enemy? No, this couldn’t be real.