[Aniya]

Percy had since closed his eyes upon finishing reciting the summons. The chilled night air made him shudder, even under the coat he sported. Had there been any feeling when his environment changed from the forest to a room, Percy didn’t seem to take notice. It was only when a voice reached his ears that he opened his eyes; he didn’t know whether to feel shocked or amazed or intimidated at the sight of the being which he had brought forth — probably all three. This was akin to the sort of stuff Percy always knew was real but had never witnessed in person. Impending death apparently made people do crazy things.

After a moment of simple astonishment, Percy pushed himself to stand. He wasn’t tall by any means, towering instead at a measly 5’4”. His hair was cut short and was tussled, gentle brown curls pushed back slightly as he ran a hand through them. His eyes were that of a piercing blue, and light freckles spotted across his cheeks and average complexion.

“I have... I— my mom, she’s sick.” He tried to push himself to speak slowly. This still half felt like a dreamscape. “Cancer. It sprung up on us suddenly and... and I’m just—“ Percy took a deep breath in before sighing heavily. “Can you help? Cure her? The treatment will be long... and painful, and there’s no guarantee she’ll even live.” He paused for a moment and swallowed hard. “And I need her.”