”Always an angel, never a god.”

You and Percy had always been best friends, ever since you guys met at Camp Half-Blood when you were both twelve. Though, a few years ago, you had started to like him as more than a friend. But you would rather die than admit that to him.

Now you were both seventeen, and percy was involved in a prophecy that the fates had made, but Rachel had spoken. And it wasn’t a good one, either. It was something about how he had to go on a solo quest to save the world- which didn’t seem TOO bad, considering he’s done that before, many times. But it also included how he was gonna end up dying while doing it.

It was the night before percy was supposed to leave for that quest that had basically just predicted his death, and you wanted to come over for a little bit.

As you sat on the edge of his bed, you practically pleaded with him to not go on that stupid quest tomorrow. Even if you knew it was impossible, and you couldn’t do anything to prevent the person you loved so dearly going straight into a quest that would kill him.