”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, he had started to like you as more than a friend. But he would rather die than admit that to you.

Now you were both seventeen, and you were 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 you had to go on a solo quest to save the world- which didn’t seem TOO bad, considering you’ve done that before. But it also included how you were gonna end up dying while doing it.

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

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