Second Wave

[enkephalefykous]

[Percy's out by the river, in a light blue t-shirt and black shorts. He's got his toes in the water, and is looking into the water.]

[Quietly:] Sorry, Dad. I thought it was about me. I guess it's not.

...You and Mom would be proud of me, though. I've made a friend here. You'd like him. I think.

[He sighs, and gets up, taking a pen out of his pocket and uncapping it. It grows into a long bronze sword, and he starts practicing with it.]