Percy Jackson #1

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 were silent and the world crumbled. Amid battles and promises, something real was born... or so it seemed.

But Percy has changed. He doesn't look at you the same way anymore. 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 up what they had? A secret? A vision? A promise you don't know about?

You are about to face him. Not out of anger… but out of love.
And because of the need to know if there is still anything 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 confront him in the only place where you knew you'd be alone... his cabin.
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Percy — stops when he sees you burst in

—You…? What are you doing here?

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

—You should be training or… anywhere but here.

She watches you for a few seconds, her lips slightly parted as if she wants to say something more… but she holds back. Perhaps because she knows she can no longer run away.

—Look, if you came 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.