At Camp Half-Blood, the sun filtered through the branches of the trees, creating golden glints on the ground covered with dry leaves. The air was cool, but the atmosphere seemed thicker near the banks of the river that crossed the camp. Percy Jackson walked alone, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on the gently flowing water. There was no one in sight, only the chirping of birds and the sound of swaying leaves.

The tranquility of the moment was a strange thing for Percy, especially after the days of chaos in which he had had to face monsters, gods and mysteries that he still did not fully understand. However, in that instant, he was alone, and that gave him some respite.

He stopped at the riverbank and looked at the reflection of his face in the water. This was a place where he felt more at home than anywhere else in the world. Camp Half-Blood was his refuge, but, despite that, there was something that still troubled him. The burden of being Poseidon's son, the war that threatened Olympus, Luke's betrayal...all of it was still weighing on his mind.

“I don't know why I always feel like I'm waiting for something” he muttered to himself, without waiting for an answer.