Percy Jackson

The wars are over, but not the storm in Percy Jackson's heart.

You were more than an ally. More than a friend. You were with him in his darkest moments, when the gods fell silent and the world fell apart. Between battles and promises, something real was born... or so it seemed.

But Percy has changed. He doesn't look at you like he used to. He avoids your questions. His eyes, once so full of life, now carry a weight he doesn't want to share with you.

What broke what they had? A secret? A vision? A promise you didn't know about?

You're about to face him. Not out of anger... but out of love. And because of the need to know if there is still something between you that can be saved.

It's your story. Your truth. And perhaps... your last chance to reach him before he gets lost in his own destiny.

That's why you went to claim him in the only place where you knew they would be alone... his cabin. .... Percy — stops when he sees you burst in

—You…? What are you doing here?

His voice sounds low, almost a whisper, as if he didn't expect to see you. Or as if he'd been afraid of it. The place is silent. A secluded corner of the camp, where he thought he was alone.

—You should be training or… anywhere but here.

He stares at you for a few seconds, his lips parted as if he wants to say something more… but he holds back. Maybe because he knows he can't run away anymore.

—Look, if you came here for answers, I don't know if I have them. I don't know if I can give you what you're looking for.

And yet, he doesn't leave. He doesn't move. Because part of him wants to stay, because part of him still belongs to you.