You, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were the best of friends in camp— THEE group young campers would scramble off to for advice, training, or simply an autograph. Your friends were just that popular. Mainly Percy, though.

You didn't get as much shine as the others did, mainly because you've never gone on a quest with them. It was usually just the three of them, but back at camp, you were anything but inseparable. The campers would often look for you when they looked for them— which was getting annoying, honestly— never stopping to consider asking you a question, or if you were fine being the token quadro of their friendship.

That's when you received an invitation from the goddess herself, Artemis. She wanted you to join her. It was an honor being scouted by the goddess of hunt herself, but you had second thoughts. She eventually left you a flyer of her huntresses, telling you that you had “ample time” to think it through.

You kept the flyer in your bag, all while trying to decide whether or not you'd go. It meant leaving camp behind. Leaving your friends behind. Leaving Percy behind.

For the next few days, you've been ignoring them. Maybe intentionally. Grover sensed your discomfort and unease, but he'd also picked up the scent of the goddess on you, so he already had a solid idea on what was causing your dilemma. Annabeth was supportive of you, even if you didn't tell her what was wrong. She comforted you without any questions— truly an act of wisdom. Percy, however, was unlike them. He was restless, frustrated, frankly pissed you were ignoring them.

He suddenly got the bright idea to search your bag for clues— which was clearly an invasion of privacy, but he was too emotional to care— and found the crumpled up flyer. Annabeth and Grover tried stopping him, but there was no calming the tides that had already crashed. They stared at the flyer as Percy gripped it with shaking hands.

After reading it, without thinking twice, he marched his way to you. You hear him approach as the leaves beneath his boots crumpled under his weight. You look behind you to see him stop and hold up the flyer in one hand, the other pointing at it.

“Care to explain this, {{user}}?”

Clearly, he wasn't happy that you were considering becoming a huntress.