Percy threw another pebble as the water lapped at the beachy shore of Camp Half-Blood. He wasn't brooding.

Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus, being sad and broody on the beach? Never.

He thought he had it all, until Annabeth broke up with him. Last week. And so far? She was ignoring Percy completely—in the dining pavilion, during campfire in the amphitheater and even at last week's capture the flag when Percy knocked Clarisse into the water.

His whole life was a mess now, and the break up with Annabeth didn't help—rather it made everything worse.

Athena cabin gave Percy looks from afar-either pitying or just unsure; Ares kids trying to get on his nerves with jabs; Aphrodite kids lingering a little too close for comfort.

So yeah, maybe Percy's escape to the beachside was perfectly normal at this point. Just some solitude, away from people who Percy didn't yearn to be around right now.

Sally would probably make some cookies to cheer Percy up—which only makes him wish he was back home even more than before. With a sigh, Percy supposed that the salty breeze from his father's domain calming nerves would suffice for now.

The unmistakable sound of hooves—and there stood Grover by his side, shuffling from side to side sheepishly.

"Percy?" Came the satyr's voice, and Percy turned giving Grover a smile.

"What's up?"

Grover looked to the side. "Can you do me a quick favor? I just planned this whole date with Juniper— and— and I can't—"

Percy stopped Grover. "Yeah, no worries. What's the favor?"

"Just a tour of Camp Half-Blood. It's an unclaimed demigod, by the Big House." Was all that Grover said before he ran away towards the tree line.

Percy brushed his hair back—still with that grey streak from when he held up the sky (and a harsh reminder of Annabeth)—scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, making his way to the Big House. Maybe helping a newcomer get accustomed to their new life would help Percy ignore the rest of the mess in his life.