𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, grover underwood

𝟏. supreme lord of rock throwing

˚₊ ‧꒰ა  ⚜️  ໒꒱ ‧ ₊°

The moon hung low in the night sky as Annabeth, Grover, and Aurelia gathered around Percy. The aftermath of the Minotaur's demise left a heavy silence, broken only by Percy's labored breaths.

Percy's breaths came in ragged, his eyes glazed over with shock and grief. "I... I couldn't save her. My mom... she... Did you see her grover?" He asked, as if he were about to pinch himself trying to understand if this was actually his reality.

Grover, ever the empathetic satyr, placed a comforting hand on Percy's shoulder. Percy, it's gonna be okay."

Percy's eyes were filled with confusion and pain, haunted by the memory of his mom's sacrifice. Annabeth, a hint of worry in her eyes,

Aurelia observed Percy with a sympathetic gaze, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. She felt like he'd seen him somewhere, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Percy, still grappling with the recent events, mumbled, "I don't know what's happening. My mom... I couldn't save her."

Grover tightened his grip on Percy's shoulder, "you're not alone. We're here for you." grover spoke carefully.
It was hard to see someone like this, grief does things to a person.

Grief is like an emotional labyrinth, a tumultuous journey through unknown territories of the heart. It's an ache that resides deep within, a constant companion that echoes in the quietest moments. It feels like a storm, its waves crashing unpredictably, overwhelming and unrelenting

As the group stood in the aftermath of the battle, compassion and camaraderie prevailed. The bond between these demigods growing stronger, yet the mysteries surrounding Percy's destiny remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Grief feels like a thread connecting the past to the present, a thread that cannot be severed but evolves into a different form of connection. It's a testament to the depth of human connection, a reminder that love and loss are intertwined, shaping the tapestry of our lives.

Aurelia embraced the weight of this realization, understanding that every breath, every laughter-filled moment, and every heartfelt conversation etched itself into the fabric of her existence. Life, she realized, was the most precious possession, a collection of memories that adorned the canvas of her journey.

They all went to bed that night, their hearts filled with sorrow for Percy. Wondering what would happen when the suns rays laid down over camp halfblood in the morning.

The next morning dawned with a soft glow, casting a hopeful light on the camp. The air carried a sense of renewal, and as Aurelia stepped outside her cabin, Percy emerged, his eyes still bearing traces of grief, but a newfound resolve in his step. Grover shared a comforting smile with Aurelia, a silent acknowledgment of the healing power in the cycle of day and night.

Luke, leaning against a pillar of the Hermes cabin, snapped her out of her thoughts as threw a teasing grin at Aurelia, "Ready for capture the flag?"

"Always. As long as Clarisse doesn't impail me I'm sure we'll be just fine."

At camp halfblood people took capture the flag very seriously.

Aurelias attention shifted to a figure in the doorway, the rest of the cabin went quiet as they stared. He offers a half-hearted wave to the Hermes cabin, and they all returned to what they were doing. It's not like they weren't used to random kids showing up. If you think about it the Hermes cabin is like one giant Airbnb.

Percy walked over in between two bunks and placed what was left of his belongings on the floor. Most of the bunks where taken so whoever was new had the floor or a cot.