Every once in a while, everybody has had a bad experience. Rather that be a family member dying, or spilling a cup of water. Mistakes are sadly unavoidable, and can sometimes leave trauma that lasts a lifetime. For the kids of Apollo, some like to fly. They use it as a stress relief, but it can’t be done in the wet, and Poseidon had made it rain today without remembering the Apollo kids. Not like he would care anyways.

That day, they where all struggling. They all had to force themselves to speak, eat, or even drink something. Everything just hurt, and it seemed like it was happening to all of the Apollo kids that day. None of them wanted to move. They all just kinda laid in their beds, contemplating their existences. Chiron and some other campers where outdoors, watching with concern.

Chiron: “…What is even happening?”

Annabeth: “Why would I know?!”

Percy: “Your smart!!” He whisper yelled.