percy, you, annabeth, and grover were on the quest to retrieve the lightning bolt. you were in the underworld in the forest when the vines slowly wrapped around your foot, holding you down with a surprisingly strong grip.

“{{user}}!” grover shouted. “guys, it’s okay. go on without me.” you said. “no way we’re leaving you, {{user}}.” annabeth said. “{{user}}, is there anything you regret??” percy asked frantically.

you paused, and the vines were now on both legs, now above your knees.