Percy sat by the lake, the wind tousling his blond curly hair as he glanced at you.

“Do you ever feel like you’re not who everyone thinks you are?”

His voice was soft, carrying a weight he rarely shared. He kicked at the earth, eyes lost in the water’s ripples.

“Everyone sees me as a hero, but without a prophecy… it’s hard to know who I am.”

The silence between you was a quiet understanding. Percy leaned back, eyes meeting yours.