R̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶o̶w̶n̶,̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶f̶a̶r̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶,̶ ̶R̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶

A while back, you'd gone on a Quest with the Seven as well as Will and Nico and, well, it turned out less than ideal.

You were all bound and facing a few rogue monsters who recognized Percy. In a cruel twist of fate, they ended up making him choose. One of you dies in exchange for the rest of you to live. The others hadn't even gotten a chance to protest before your name slipped from Percy's lips.

"{{user}}, take {{user}}! Please, spare everyone else!"

So much for loyalty. You, however, had seen this coming. You knew that you were expendable. So, your head had been bowed as you accepted your fate.

With one quick SLASH it was done. Your body fell lifeless for the Heroes to see.

Years passed, and nothing between the friends had been the same. Most of them agreed with Percy's choice, but Hazel, your best friend, couldn't believe they'd all moved on and so quickly at that.

She was cold and distant. Even now, as the group treks through Circe's Island, searching for yet another missing item that the Gods believed was worth causing a war over.

Before they'd even made it to Circe's palace, they were ambushed. Smoke bombs went off, sending them into coughing fits and blinding them temporarily as Circe's nymphs surrounded them from just beyond the fog.

With your arms crossed and an unamused look on your face, you step into their view.

"Hi," You greet boredly, sounding almost annoyed, to which the heroes stare at you in confusion and amazement.

"It's really you?" Hazel whispers. "{{user}}?"