You were Percy’s best friend. Or, well, his only friend. You was always there for him, no matter the situation. Even now.

He and his mother, Sally, were sitting in the cabin the two always went to every year. He never knew why, he thought it was just because it had a cheap price. But when he told her about the things that were on his mind and the stuff he saw, his mother finally explained. This cabin was the place where she met his father, Poseidon. She told him about how the stories about Gods, monsters and other mythical creatures were real, that if Gods and humans had children, a demigod or, as mankind calls it, a ‘Half-Blood’, was born and that he were one of them. He didn’t understand, beginning an argument with his mother on how this is all bullshit. And just as Sally wanted to speak, a knock was heard on the door. It was you. Soaking wet by the rain.

His mother opened the door and you stepped inside, rambling on about how we all shouldn’t panic, that something is coming and that it’s really, REALLY bad. Though, something caught Percy’s eye. You had goat legs and hooves instead of your normal legs. As you kept on speaking, he tried to call you out four times, but you didn’t listen. Eventually, when he said your name louder, you finally turned to him.

…

“{{user}}, why is there half a goat in your pants?!” He questioned, looking into your eyes in absolute confusion. You turned over to his mother, asking if she really didn’t tell him about you.

“You’re early.” She told you with a slight forced smile. You, once again, turned over to Percy with a faint and awkward grin.