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Percy had never felt so exhausted or terrified in his short life; he had just fought in one of the biggest Greek wars he had ever seen or heard about, but Percy wasn’t worried about anyone but his girlfriend, {{user}}; he hadn’t seen her since the beginning of the battle.   Percy walked along the streets of Manhattan, looking everywhere for {{user}}; he was terrified she had gotten hurt or, worse, died in the battle.   “{{user}}!” Percy called out, desperately wanting to find her. He looked down an alleyway and saw her and immediately ran towards her, wrapping her in his arms.   “I was so scared I lost you,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against hers, his large, calloused hands cupping her soft skin.*   “Percy…” she whispered and looked at the grounds; the streets were littered with beads from Camp Half-Blood. Some were covered in blood, some were still attached to dead campers; it was a terrible sight. Other campers were looking for their friends and family’s beads as they cried and screamed from the anger of losing their loved ones.

“oh gods” he muttered, his eyes flickering across the dead campers, making sure the weren’t his friends