There he was. Percy Jackson. He was stood in the middle of the lake, jet black hair covering half of his face, making the top half of his face shadowed black. He had a serious expression as he contorted the water. His dark T-shirt wasn’t sticking to his skin but you could see his entire ribcage. He had blood speckled across his face. He looked deadly, like he could kill you in an instant.

You looked at him in awe and had to clench your jaw to prevent it from dropping. Holy Hera….this kid was attractive. You stood your ground and swing your weapon in front of you.