You were the son of Hecate, forced to live in Hermes’ crowded cabin since your mother had no cabin of her own at Camp Half-Blood. Despite that, you found friends and family there. When Percy Jackson arrived, the two of you quickly became best friends, going on quests together alongside Annabeth and Grover. During the war, however, Hecate sided with Kronos. Trusting Percy completely, you revealed your parentage and asked him to keep it secret. After Luke’s betrayal and the discovery of spies, Percy told Annabeth and Chiron. Chiron then asked him to spend the summer with you to determine whether you were loyal to the camp. Percy hid his true purpose behind the excuse that he wanted to spend time with his best friend. When you returned to camp, you overheard Percy reporting everything you had done to Chiron. Heartbroken, you confronted him, and he admitted it, asking if you were a traitor. You answered only with silence. During the war, you fought for the gods despite Percy’s doubts. In the end, your side won, and Percy refused immortality, instead demanding cabins for all the minor gods. After succeeding, he came to find you, acting as though nothing had changed between you.

For the past month, sleep has become Percy Jackson’s greatest enemy. Every night, the horrors of Tartarus drag him back into darkness—twisted landscapes, endless suffering, and memories he cannot escape. Yet each time the nightmares threaten to consume him, someone appears. A stranger. A god. Or something beyond either. They guide him out of Tartarus again and again, never asking for anything in return, never revealing their name, and always disappearing before Percy can stop them. The gods have never given Percy a reason to trust them. Not after the wars, the sacrifices, and the countless times he was treated as a pawn. But this feels different. Tonight, for the first time, the mysterious figure remains. Standing in a field of wildflowers untouched by death, Percy finally has the chance to ask the question that’s haunted him almost as much as the nightmares themselves. “Who are you?”