Sally Jackson

*tell your baby that I’m your baby* You’re Percy’s little sister, the daughter of Sally Jackson and Poseidon. Growing up, you always looked up to your big brother, but lately, things feel different. When you were twelve, your mom had Estelle, your half-sister, and everything seemed to change. Your mom spends so much time with Estelle now, and it feels like Percy is always the center of attention. You love your family more than anything, but you can't shake the feeling that they’ve made a new family—a family that doesn’t include you. You try to stay out of their way, giving them space to be happy together. You don’t want to be a burden, so you keep quiet, even when it hurts. You want to be part of the love and laughter, to feel like you belong, but it’s hard when it seems like no one notices you’re there. You love them with all your heart, but you’re starting to wonder if they love you back in the same way. All you want is a chance to feel like part of your own family again.

The Last Olympian

*No one mourns the wicked—Wicked.* You are Lena Castellan. Yes, *Luke Castellan’s* little sister. The infamous traitor of Camp Half-Blood, vessel of Kronos, destroyer of trust. But to you, he was just your big brother—until he wasn’t. Until he turned on you, on everyone, and left you behind. You were only eleven, too young to understand why. All you knew was that when he left, everything changed. People stopped looking at you like a camper and started seeing a traitor in the making. Whispers followed you everywhere. Distrust. Isolation. Even calls to have you thrown out of camp. You stayed. But at what cost? You’re fifteen now, the camp outcast. No friends, no allies. Just the shadow of your brother, looming over you. He was the only one who ever truly cared about you, and now he’s gone. The news spread fast. Luke Castellan is dead. But not as the villain they all made him out to be—he died a hero, making the ultimate sacrifice to stop Kronos. You always knew there was good in him, even when no one else did. Funny, now they’re calling him a hero. Percy Jackson himself said it at the funeral. *A hero.* You didn’t go near the pyre. You stayed in the shadows, watching as the flames consumed his shroud. *A shroud for the son of Hermes.* It was beautiful, like it was meant for someone noble. Someone worthy. Someone like Luke—your Luke, the brother who used to protect you from monsters and tell you everything would be okay. But it won’t be. He’s gone. Your mother’s still a ghost from your past, broken and unreachable. Camp isn’t home, and it hasn’t been for years. You’re all alone now. The flames rise higher, and you stand there silently, watching the last piece of him turn to ash.

Percy Jackson

*villain and violent, infant and innocent*

Meg McCaffrey

*Won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?* You’re Percy Jackson’s younger sister—14 years old, sharp, and determined. Percy, now 19 and off at college, has always been your hero, but these days, you’re figuring out who you are. A couple of years ago, you met Meg McCaffrey. Together with Lester Papadopoulos (formerly Apollo), you survived monsters and gods, fighting side by side. Somewhere along the way, between her stubbornness and sharp wit, Meg became more than just your friend. At first, you thought it was just friendship. That’s what people like you—half-mortal, half-god—are supposed to feel, right? Like Percy and Annabeth. Like normal. But then you saw Nico and Will, so different yet perfectly connected, and it hit you—you wanted that. You needed that. And the only person who made you feel that way was Meg. Her laughter is sunlight cutting through storm clouds. Her strength feels like a fortress where you can rest. You love her. You’ve loved her for longer than you’ll admit, but fear keeps you silent. What you don’t know is that Meg has loved you since the day you met. Love has always been tangled for her, filled with pain and survival. But with you, it’s simple. Every time you brush her hand, her heart races. Every time you laugh, she can’t look away. But what if telling you ruins everything? Now, as your bond deepens, her feelings grow harder to hide. Two hearts, so close yet unsure, circling each other, waiting for the courage to collide.

Sally Jackson

*my baby, my baby* Sally Jackson tried her hardest to be a good mother. She had so little to give, but she gave it all to Percy and Rose—her heart, her strength, her love. All she wanted was to keep them safe, to give them a childhood free from fear. But her children weren’t normal. They were demigods. And the world wouldn’t let them be anything else. Percy was only twelve when he was thrown into the chaos. He barely understood who he was, yet he was already fighting for his life. Sally watched helplessly as her son, her brave, stubborn boy, faced horrors no child should know. But just as she was beginning to accept his fate, the world took Rose too. Rose was seven. Seven years old, so small she could barely hold her sword. Sally had planned to shield her, to take her home while Percy went to Camp Half-Blood. But the Minotaur destroyed those plans. From that moment on, Rose was dragged into the same brutal world as her brother. She was just a little girl, yet she was thrust into quests, battles, and dangers far beyond her years. Sally’s heart broke for them both. Percy, who carried the weight of the world as if it was his duty. Rose, who fought so hard to keep up, even as the life of a demigod stole her innocence. And they both worried about *her,* as if she wasn’t the one who should be protecting *them.* Even with Paul and baby Estelle, even with the family Sally had always dreamed of, it wasn’t enough. Percy and Rose were still out there, still fighting, still hurting. They deserved to come home, to be safe, to be children again. But Sally knew that wasn’t possible. She hated how powerless she was to save them. Hated how much they had to suffer. And every night, when the house was quiet and the memories came rushing in, her heart broke all over again. Her babies deserved so much more.

Reyna Arellano

*Loathing—Wicked* Reyna couldn’t stand Rose. She *hated* her with every ounce of her being. Rose acted like everything was a joke, a game, something to laugh about even when it shouldn’t be. Didn’t she realize how serious their lives were? Reyna couldn’t fathom how someone could live with so little care when the stakes were life and death. It wasn’t as if Reyna didn’t know Rose had been through hell. Percy had told her everything about their stepfather and the trauma Rose had endured. For her age, the girl had seen more pain than most people twice her years. Maybe that was why she hid behind her jokes and her laughter. But it didn’t make it any less frustrating. And then there was the other thing. The thing Reyna hated most. Rose wasn’t just carefree and childish; she was beautiful. *Irritatingly* beautiful. Her smile lit up the room, her laugh was contagious, and those damn sea-green eyes that mirrored Percy’s were framed by lashes so long it was unfair. She was strong—physically capable in ways Reyna couldn’t ignore—but she was also delicate, petite in a way that made her look untouchable and perfect all at once. Her beauty wasn’t just conventional; it was magnetic, effortless, the kind that made everyone notice her without her even trying. And Reyna hated noticing. She hated how her eyes lingered when Rose brushed her hair behind her ear or tied it up mid-training session. She hated how Rose could make a battlefield look like a runway, dirt and all. She hated how Rose's charm wasn’t just in her looks but in the way she carried herself—easy, confident, like nothing could ever break her. If Reyna were younger—no, *stop*. She shoved the thought away. This was Percy’s sister, his *baby sister*. And besides, she and Rose were nothing alike. Rose didn’t take anything seriously, and Reyna took everything seriously. Fire and ice, oil and water. But even as Reyna forced herself to turn away, her chest tightened. Maybe it wasn’t hatred after all. Maybe it was something worse.

Percy Jackson

Percy’s little sister, Rose, was... naïve, to say the least. But Percy couldn’t deny she was stunning. People stopped in their tracks just to look at her. Her long, golden blonde hair, sparkling eyes, flawless tan skin, and perfectly balanced figure gave her an almost goddess-like aura. Even the Aphrodite kids were jealous, envying the effortless beauty she carried without even trying. She was strong yet delicate, muscular yet petite—a picture of perfection that turned heads wherever she went. At only twelve years old, Rose didn’t notice the attention. To her, everyone was just friendly. She thought the lingering glances and overly kind gestures were normal, not realizing how many people at camp were completely infatuated with her. Worse, she didn’t see that some had darker intentions. Rose’s kindness made it easy for people to get close to her, and her innocence left her vulnerable. She spent time with anyone who seemed nice, completely oblivious to their true motives. That was where Percy came in. Percy had always been protective of his little sister, but lately, he’d found himself keeping a closer eye on her. The way people looked at Rose made his blood boil, and he couldn’t shake the worry that someone might take advantage of her trust. She might not see the danger, but Percy did, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to her. So, he watched, stepping in when things got too close for comfort. Because Rose might have been oblivious, but Percy knew better. She was too young to understand the world wasn’t always kind—and Percy was determined to protect her from learning that the hard way.

Solangelo

You are Nico and Will’s biological daughter. The goddess Leto used her powers to give you their genetics, so you have their powers and their looks. Today you were heading home from a field trip on a school bus with all your friends, when a drunk driver hit the bus and everyone went flying, and you were knocked unconscious. You wake up in a hospital room in immense pain, with your dads next to you.

Estelle

*Goodbyes aren’t forever—All dogs go to Heaven.* Rose Jackson wasn’t just Percy’s little sister; she was a hero. But this time, she knew she wasn’t coming back. Her mission was impossible—a solo descent into Tartarus to face the abyss itself and reclaim Hermes’ staff. She buried her fear and began her goodbyes. The camp farewells were hard, but nothing compared to home. Her mom, Sally, whispered, *"Be brave, my Rose,"* while Paul hugged her tight, silent. Percy forced out, *"You’ve got this,"* though they both knew he didn’t believe it. But Estelle… Rose knelt as her baby sister toddled over, holding out a toy dragon. *"For you,"* Estelle said. *"So you won’t be scared."* Rose hugged her, tears burning her eyes. *"I love you,"* she whispered. Estelle just laughed, waving as Rose walked away. *"See you soon!"* Estelle called. Rose didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Some goodbyes had to last forever.

Jackson Fam

*All I need is one last chance, to prove I’m good enough for someone.- the lightning thief musical* Rose felt like a failure. No matter what she did or how hard she tried, she was always the *bad girl*. The kid who couldn’t pay attention. The stupid girl who could barely read. Just like Percy, she couldn’t stay in one school for more than a year. She always got kicked out. It wasn’t that she didn’t care—she *did*. But the dyslexia and ADHD made everything harder, and the kids at her school didn’t help. They were jerks, the kind who always seemed to push her until she snapped. The fights weren’t her fault. Not really. It just felt like trouble chased her everywhere she went. She’d seen Percy go through the same thing. Five years ago, when he was twelve and she was seven, she’d watched him struggle. He’d been kicked out of school after school, just like her. But things were different now. Percy was in high school, and their stepdad Paul was one of his teachers. That meant Percy didn’t get expelled anymore. Rose wasn’t so lucky. She was stuck in seventh grade, and there was no one to keep her safe from the chaos that seemed to follow her. She tried her hardest to behave, to make her family proud, but being a demigod made that feel impossible. If she could just stop messing up—just *once*—maybe she’d be good enough for them. Good enough for *someone*.

Frederick Chase

You are Sienna Chase, the five-year-old younger sister of Annabeth Chase. Too young to join her at Camp Half-Blood, you’re stuck at home with your distant father, Frederick, and your stepmother, who seems to resent your very presence. She burdens you with endless chores and forces you to read book after book, even though your dyslexia makes it a struggle. You feel invisible, like a forgotten shadow in a house where no one truly cares. The only bright spot in your world is Annabeth. She understands you in ways no one else does, and when she’s home, it feels like you can breathe again. She tells you stories about camp, about the demigods and adventures, and for a little while, you can imagine yourself in a world where you matter. But those moments are fleeting—Annabeth always leaves again, off to her own life and her own battles. Without her, you’re left in the cold, empty house, clinging to the hope that someday you’ll be old enough to leave too. Until then, you endure, dreaming of the day when you can escape this lonely place and find your own purpose, just like Annabeth did.

Helluva Boss

You’re Blitz’s adopted daughter—not Loona; she’s your sister. He took you in when you were three, and now, at thirteen, you’re a skilled fighter, trusted to join the I.M.P. team on missions. But everything fell apart when you were dragged before the council. Andrealphus and Stella framed your dad for stealing Stolas’ grimoire, twisting the truth so convincingly that the council sentenced you all to death. You’d never treated Blitz all that well. He was your dad, but he was reckless, selfish, and messy. It was easy to ignore the ways he tried to show he cared. But seeing him kneeling before the council, seconds from execution, shattered you. For the first time, you realized how much you needed him—and how much he’d done for you without expecting anything in return. What cut even deeper was seeing your biological mother, Leviathan, among the council. She didn’t just watch as you were sentenced to die—she *voted* for it. Her cold indifference was a brutal reminder that blood doesn’t make someone family. At the last moment, Stolas arrived, saving Blitz’s life by offering himself in exchange. The council accepted, stripping Stolas of his celestial powers and condemning him to live as a mortal sinner, forbidden from ever seeing his daughter, Octavia, again. Now Stolas lives with you, Blitz, and the rest of I.M.P. The fall from grace has made him a target for cruelty, though you, Loona, and your dad stand by him. Blitz, despite being saved, is drowning in guilt, knowing the price Stolas paid for his survival. As you watch them, you can see the truth they won’t admit: Stolas and Blitz still love each other. Their pain isn’t just from the council’s punishment—it’s from years of unresolved feelings and misunderstandings. You’ve made it your mission to help them heal. This family, as broken and chaotic as it is, means everything to you—and you’ll do whatever it takes to keep it together.

Lost Princess

The kingdom of Aranasia appeared perfect to outsiders. King Edmund and Queen Helena had four children: Princess Leana, Prince Frederick, Princess Mary, and the youngest, Prince Marcus. But behind the palace walls, their family was far from perfect. Leana, the eldest at fourteen, had a dangerous habit of sneaking off with random suitors. One mistake left her pregnant, a scandal that would ruin the royal family. To protect their reputation, Leana was confined to her chambers for nine months, speaking to no one. When the baby was born, Leana knew she couldn’t keep her. Desperate and heartbroken, she made a drastic decision—she sent the infant into the forest, hoping fate would be kinder than the court. But Leana didn’t let her daughter go empty-handed. She placed a magical key around the baby’s neck, one half of a pair that would unlock special powers when reunited. She kept the second key herself, a silent promise that one day, her child would find her way home. Fourteen years have passed. That baby is you—Sophia. You’ve always known you were adopted, but your birth mother remains a mystery. You grew up in a humble home with your adoptive parents and two younger brothers, scraping by with barely enough to survive. Your clothes are torn, your face often dirty, and meals are scarce. Yet, none of that bothers you. You’re kind, cheerful, and always willing to help, even when you have little to give. You look like a princess—your beauty shining through the hardships—but your life is far from royal. Still, you’re content with your family and the love they give. But everything is about to change. Princess Leana, now twenty-eight, has lived with her secret for fourteen years. The time has come for her to face the truth—and for you to discover the life you were meant to have.

Sally Jackson

*I love you, Harvey. I don’t care*

Percy Jackson

Rose was annoying Percy. Seriously annoying him. She was always talking, always loud, and always grumpy. Sure, she was his little sister, and he loved her, but gods, she could be a pain. The worst part? She was way too mature for her age. At twelve, Rose acted more like a parent than a kid. She had this habit of shutting down anything remotely fun, scolding Percy like she was the older sibling. And then there was the other thing—the knowledge. Rose knew too much for someone her age, about war, pain, and trauma. It wasn’t her fault, Percy knew that. She’d seen more horrors than most grown demigods ever would, and deep down, he felt terrible about what she’d endured. But her constant seriousness, her inability to just *be a kid,* made everything harder. That’s when Percy had an idea. If Rose couldn’t figure out how to relax on her own, maybe someone could help. Someone like Hebe, the goddess of youth. Percy had a decent relationship with Hebe—she thought he was fun. Rose, on the other hand, had no love for the goddess and found her tricks frustrating at best. But that didn’t matter. Percy called Hebe, and when she arrived, he laid out the plan. Hebe had the unique ability to overload people with innocence, to bring back that carefree, joyful mindset they’d lost. It was exactly what Rose needed. Percy grinned as Hebe’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Rose wasn’t going to know what hit her.

Nick Zootopia

After Judy Hopps joined the ZPD, the city changed in quiet, unmistakable ways. Other rabbits—once content to keep their heads down—began to imagine themselves in uniform, standing tall beneath a badge that had never truly felt meant for them before. And then, a few years later, there was you. Your name was Lily Thumper, and you were the ZPD’s newest recruit. Judy was no longer Officer Hopps. She was Assistant Chief Hopps now, her desk buried beneath paperwork and responsibility, which meant she could no longer patrol the streets with Nick Wilde. When the time came to assign him a new partner, she already knew exactly who she would recommend. After all, you and Judy went back to childhood—two small bunnies in a very large city, dreaming different versions of the same impossible dream. She had nudged you toward the academy, encouraged you when you doubted yourself, and quietly made sure the right people noticed just how exceptional you were. That was how you ended up partnered with a fox. Which was… complicated. A fox had killed your parents. They had been ordinary mammals, good ones—hardworking, observant, and brave enough to report a murder they’d witnessed. The fox responsible had come back that same night and made sure there would be no testimony. You’d been left with nothing but grief, a thousand unanswered questions, and a little sister who still woke up crying from nightmares she didn’t have words for. The two of you lived alone now, in a small house tucked between the city center and Little Rodentia. Pale pink walls. Flower boxes beneath every window. A place that felt fragile but fiercely yours. And now, you wore a badge. You were a lionhead rabbit, the smallest and rarest rabbit breed in Zootopia. Barely eleven inches tall—tall for your kind, still tiny by anyone else’s standards. You had bright green eyes and an abundance of soft fur, pale blonde-brown and warm like sunlight. Your mane-like hair fell long past what was typical for rabbits, thick and gently curled, with a perpetually blown-out look that framed your face whether you wanted it to or not. You were shy. Painfully so. You spoke only when necessary, your voice soft and careful, as though words themselves might break if mishandled. But you were also brilliant. Quietly, devastatingly intelligent. You noticed things others missed. You remembered everything. You solved problems sideways, slipping through gaps no one else even saw. And now, on your very first day in uniform, you stood inside the ZPD beside Nick Wilde—fox, con artist turned cop, your assigned partner—trying not to let the past dictate the future, trying to believe that this city really could change. Badge heavy on your chest. Heart even heavier. This was the beginning.

Meg McCaffrey

*Wont you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?* You are Percy Jackson’s younger sister. You are fourteen, and he is nineteen, and off at college. A few years ago, you met Meg McCaffrey. You went with her and Lester on their quest to return him to godhood. Along the way, you learned all about each other, and became best friends. At first, you thought it was friendship love. You thought you were ‘normal’, like your brother. But then, you saw how wonderful Nico and Will fit together, like two perfectly intertwined pieces of a puzzle. And you realized, you *wanted* that. You **needed** that. And the only person who had ever made you feel that way was Meg. You love her.

Drew Tanaka

*You’re gonna be popular—Wicked.* Drew Tanaka was *the* girl at Camp Half-Blood. Gorgeous, commanding, and utterly magnetic. Most people hated her, but not Rose. Rose couldn’t. Not when Drew was her best friend—the only person who ever bothered to notice her. Rose was quiet, small, and didn’t care about her looks. But Drew did. And today, Drew had decided it was time for Rose to care too. Rose tried to protest, but Drew didn’t mind. Rose always gave in eventually. All Drew had to do was turn on the charm. “Rose,” Drew began, her voice dripping with sweetness. “You deserve this. Trust me.” “I—” Rose started, but her words faltered the second Drew leaned in, her tone soft and lilting, impossible to ignore. “Don’t think, Rose. Just listen,” Drew purred, her words curling around Rose like vines. “You’re beautiful, but no one can see it. Let me help you. Let me show them.” Rose blinked, her head spinning. The air seemed heavier, Drew’s voice sinking into her thoughts like honey, smooth and slow. She wanted to argue. She didn’t care about being beautiful—or did she? Drew’s words felt so warm, so right. “I don’t know if—” Rose tried, but the doubt was already crumbling. “You *do* know,” Drew interrupted, her tone sharper now, more commanding. “You want this. You want them to see you. You *deserve* to be seen.” The last shred of resistance drained from Rose, leaving her feeling weightless, pliant. Drew’s voice was all she could hear, soft and reassuring, every word wrapping around her like a lullaby. “Okay,” Rose whispered, barely aware she was speaking. “Okay.” Drew smiled, triumphant. “That’s my girl.”

Estelle Blofis

Estelle was Rose’s light, her anchor, her everything. No matter where she was or what danger she faced, her thoughts always drifted back to her baby sister. Estelle’s sweet, innocent three-year-old eyes, so full of trust and adoration, could melt Rose’s heart in an instant. She had made it her mission, her purpose, to give Estelle the childhood Rose herself had never known. A life untouched by fear, untainted by violence. A life filled with laughter, wonder, and light. Rose fought every day to shield Estelle from the harshness of the world, to keep her little sister’s innocence intact for as long as possible. No trauma. No pain. Just love. Endless, unwavering love for her mortal half-sister. Estelle was her reason to keep going, to endure every battle, every sacrifice. Because as long as Rose was there, Estelle would never have to fight. She would grow up safe, cherished, and whole—the way every child deserved to.

Blitz

Your loving dad

Will Solace

You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped in the bronze jar. Time blurred in the suffocating darkness, each second marked by the ache of hunger and the crushing weight of exhaustion. The jar wasn’t just a prison—it was a weapon. Its magic drained you, accelerating your starvation and sapping every ounce of strength you had left. Eventually, the lid was ripped away, and light flooded in. You barely registered the face above you, your mind too clouded by weakness. Then strong arms lifted you, and the voice you heard—raw with relief—finally registered. It was Percy. Your brother had found you. Two weeks. Fourteen days with barely any oxygen, no food, and the constant, brutal toll of the jar’s magic. You hadn’t been big to begin with, but now you were unrecognizable. Percy’s face twisted with horror as he looked at you. You didn’t need a mirror to know why. Every bone in your body jutted out like jagged peaks, your cheeks hollow, your ribs sharp enough to count. Your veins were stark blue lines under your paper-thin skin. You couldn’t even lift your head; you were too weak. Before, you’d weighed about sixty pounds—small, but manageable. Now, you were only forty-five. Your BMI had plummeted to ten. If you lost even one more pound, you’d die. Percy didn’t hesitate. He held you close, his grip careful but firm, and carried you to the infirmary. He moved with a purpose, his panic masked by determination. Will Solace was there, calm but urgent as he assessed you. Their voices blurred in your ears—something about a feeding tube, stabilizing you, giving your body a chance to recover. You couldn’t process the words. All you could focus on was the warmth of Percy’s hand holding yours, grounding you, as he promised—over and over—that you were safe now. You weren’t sure you believed him, but for the first time in weeks, there was a flicker of hope.

Estelle

Rose was having a problem. Babysitting Estelle was usually her favorite thing in the world. The two-year-old was sweet, adorable, and the light of Rose’s life. But today, things weren’t going as planned. There was a knock at the door, and when Rose opened it, she found Hebe, the goddess of youth, standing there with her usual mischievous grin. Rose had never been a fan of Hebe. The goddess loved to meddle, often pulling pranks that left Rose fuming. Meanwhile, Hebe thought Rose had grown up far too quickly and needed to "rediscover her youth." Hebe waltzed in without waiting for an invitation. “A little age swap should shake things up,” she announced gleefully. Before Rose could react, Hebe snapped her fingers. In an instant, Rose felt her body shrink. Her limbs became clumsy, her thoughts muddled, and her voice reduced to garbled babbling. She was sitting in a crib, tiny and helpless. Across the room, Estelle, her innocent two-year-old sister, had grown into a teenager. Estelle’s wide eyes darted around in confusion as she tugged at her ill-fitting toddler clothes. But Hebe wasn’t finished. With a wave of her hand, two shimmering potions appeared, one floating toward each sister. “These will help complete the swap,” Hebe said, her tone playful but pointed. “You see, Rose, it’s not just about looking the part. You’ll *think* like a baby again—free of stress, responsibility, and all those grown-up worries. And Estelle? She’ll get to experience the joys of being a teenager, with all the independence and attitude to match.” Rose tried to protest, panic filling her tiny frame, but all that came out was a soft whine. Estelle reached out, confused and hesitant, as the potions tipped forward. The glowing liquid began to pour toward their lips, and neither could stop what was coming.

Meg McCaffrey

*Wont you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?* You are Percy Jackson’s younger sister. You are fourteen, and he is nineteen, and off at college. A few years ago, you met Meg McCaffrey. You went with her and Lester on their quest to return him to godhood. Along the way, you learned all about each other, and became best friends. At first, you thought it was friendship love. You thought you were ‘normal’, like your brother. But then, you saw how wonderful Nico and Will fit together, like two perfectly intertwined pieces of a puzzle. And you realized, you *wanted* that. You **needed** that. And the only person who had ever made you feel that way was Meg. You love her.

The lotus

Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and seven-year-old Rose stopped at the Lotus Hotel to rest on their journey to retrieve Zeus’s bolt. The luxurious hotel offered everything they needed—food, games, and comfort. But what they didn’t know was that the hotel pumped lotus flower essence into the air, causing guests to lose track of time and forget who they were, trapping them forever. After checking in, the group decided to split up. Percy and Annabeth went to investigate a possible lead on Hermes, leaving Grover to keep an eye on Rose. The two quickly got swept up in the bright, inviting atmosphere of the arcade, Rose giggling as Grover played a racing game. Meanwhile, Percy and Annabeth were starting to feel strange. Percy’s mind grew foggy, and his thoughts felt distant. "Annabeth, where were we going?" Annabeth paused, rubbing her temple. "Something’s wrong," she said, forcing herself to focus. She sniffed the air, the sweet, floral scent overwhelming her. "The lotus flowers," she realized. "They’re in the air. It’s making us forget." Panic set in as they hurried back to find Grover and Rose. When they reached the arcade, Percy’s heart sank. Grover sat in front of a video game, completely engrossed, a goofy grin on his face. He didn’t even look up when Percy shouted his name. Then they saw Rose. She wasn’t laughing or playing anymore. She was slumped in a beanbag chair, her face pale, her breathing shallow. Angry red hives covered her arms and neck. "Rose!" Percy rushed to her side, shaking her gently. Her eyelids fluttered, but she was barely conscious. "She’s allergic to lotus," Annabeth said, her voice shaking. "We have to get her out of here—now!"