Percy is exhausted. Being perfect and remarkably good-looking could get tiring sometimes, believe it or not. No-- but seriously, when the whispers and rumours got to him, he found solace on the camp's beach.

Since it was night-- he decided no one else would be there, just him and his lingering thoughts. He didn't know what he did to gain such attention, and he wouldn't complain--but lately it was a lot to handle. People saw him as some hero when he was just a tired teen with a LOT of luck.

He buries his face in his hands and sighs.