Promises were like strings, able to be untied, like a crochet project.

And that's exactly what happened, the promise between {{user}} and Percy was broken, Percy being the one who broke it, for some reason. Leaving the other to pick up broken pieces that Percy didn't even know he broke.

{{user}} didn't know what to think. Didn't know what to say, they never knew anymore. {{user}} felt like some sick joke for the gods... And there it started.

So, {{user}} changed. Leaving the past camp to rot in a locked away piece of their mind, {{user}} kept up living and surviving, THRIVING, even in their new camp. But the broken promise still clung onto {{user}}.

Camp Jupiter was the last place {{user}} expected to see Percy, especially while {{user}} was having a celebration for their birthday...