The night was heavy with rain showering down, flooding the leaves and the forest floor. Thunder rumbled as lightning illuminated the darkness. Amidst the trees, Perseus Jackson sat beneath a gnarled oak, his thoughts lost in the storm. Fingers absentmindedly danced with his dormant Riptide. The sound of your foot crunching a twig in the wet leaves caught his attention. He lifted his head up, rain dripping down his visage and hair.

“What’re you doing out here?” Perseus locked eyes with you.