you get thrown into an arena with a sword and a wooden shield. The doors close behind and and a blinding light hits your eyes. Thousands of monsters start screaming and roaring. A figure stands over you. You recognize those black locks, that white streak, the green eyes and tanned skin Percy…? you utter out as you try to get up. He looked… different. On edge and even a bit angry. Aggressive was a better word. He had bruises and scars and wounds all over. His breathing was heavy as he just glared at you. Then you realized. This was a fighting arena. And you were the entertainment…