The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

It's Alive, Realm of the Dead

The afternoon was a truly wonderful one. It was almost as if there wasn't an upcoming war. Grover announced that he'd be able to spend the rest of the summer at camp before resuming his quest for Pan. His bosses at the Council of Cloven Elders were so impressed that he hadn't gotten himself killed and had cleared the way for future searchers, that they granted him a two-month furlough and a new set of reed pipes. The only bad news: Grover insisted on playing those pipes all afternoon long, and his musical skills hadn't improved much. He played "YMCA," and the strawberry plants started going crazy, (Y/N) hearing reports of strawberry plants attacking some campers. 

Apparently, Percy and Grover had also decided to keep their empathy link, which the son of Asclepius endorsed but didn't actually know how long the effects of the potion would last, so it could be an hour, maybe the next few years. Later, whilst assisting in the teaching of archery class, he also overheard Chiron telling Percy that the destruction of his school's gym had successfully been covered up. A trick of the mist, that sly centaur. Jackson even got to call his mom to inform her of his safety and incredible successes, and from what he heard she was impressed. 

As for Tyson, the campers treated him like a hero, finally accepting him just as they had with Elara. Unfortunately, it was some time in the afternoon when they received the sad news. No one had seen Percy for an hour, and obviously they feared something had happened to him. Roaming the camp boundaries with Annabeth and Grover, it luckily wasn't long until they found the boy. He was on a sand dune overlooking the Long Island Sound, and his red eyes indicated he had been... crying? 

"Tyson ..." Percy said. "He had to ..."

"We know," Annabeth said softly. Oh, thanks Chiron for the heads up. (Y/N) had no idea. 

"Chiron told us."

"Cyclopes forges." Grover shuddered. "I hear the cafeteria food there is terrible! Like, no enchiladas at all. "

Annabeth held out her hand. 

"Come on, Seaweed Brain. Time for dinner." 

The four walked back to the dining pavilion in a comfortable silence.

A storm raged that night, but it parted around Camp Half-Blood as storms usually did. Lightning flashed against the horizon, waves pounded the shore, but not a drop fell in the valley. Camp was protected again, thanks to the Fleece, sealed inside magical borders. Restless thoughts had begun to penetrate (Y/N)s mind whilst he lay motionless beside Elara. He tried to make them go away, force a shield around his fragile mind, but something, or someone, must have been personally getting at him. To try and regain some sanity, he picked himself up, threw a doctors coat on and took a walk. There was always a sense of nocturnal tranquillity that came with the night. He got some of his best work done at night. As he strolled down a cobbled path he could hear nature's beautiful symphony, the patter of rain out the magical boundaries, rustle of looming trees that stared over the lake and most serene of all being sound of his own steps. Creation could be credited to Zeus, Prometheus or Gaea, but he found true magnificence in Chaos. The invisible force that created everything around the son of Asclepius. No physical manifestation, no interference with its creations. A spectator. (Y/N) had his fair share of the side-lines that he enjoyed, but to watch from afar and close up since the beginning of time itself? That was a little too much. It was that that put everything into a greater perspective for (Y/N). By some standards, he was still young and immature in his ways. Besides, who knew how much longer he had on this plane of existence? How long till he joined the realm of Hades... Oh, Hades. A dull reminder of his debt to the God of the Underworld in return for saving Annabeth's life. He still had two weeks though, two weeks to enjoy the summer. He was shaken from his train of thought when he realised he had already arrived at the top of half-blood hill. The guard must have been changing because currently no one occupied the position of security. Sitting down by the trees base, his walk must have helped with his sleeping problem because all of a sudden he was on the verge of slumping over for an eternal nap. Looking for something to rest on, he blindly looked around the tree for something, but to no avail. Grumbling, he lay his head on a small patch of moss and fell deep into the realm of Hypnos.