He found himself in a bit of a pickle. In the figurative sense, of course. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this scenario. One minute, he'd been sprinting through the woods, chasing after monsters, and the next he was surrounded by some unfriendly looking teenagers.

Now, what was he doing there in the first place?
He was more a city kinda guy, and whilst he had an appreciation for nature, it was a dangerous place to be for a demigod. But, over the years he'd come to appreciate the natural beauty of the world and learnt how to survive.

So, how did he end up in the middle of the forest surrounded by teenage girls who wished to shoot him? He didn't know. He was just a chill guy who kept to himself. Sure he had a few enemies who wanted to see him dead, but then who didn't? Actually, that was a lie. He did know how he got into this scenario.

It all occurred 5 years ago, after the war. The seven had all accepted immortality, and he was no exception. However, he once again denied godhood, electing to become an immortal camper who would help train the future generations of demigods, ensuring they'd be strong enough to survive in the outside world, as well as keeping the belief in the gods alive and well.

His relationship with Annabeth ended shortly after, but it was an amicable split. They both agreed that they had drifted apart throughout the war, and with the trauma they had endured they didn't have time to properly be together. They both agreed they'd be better off as friends, and whilst it felt strange at first, Percy quickly realized that he and Annabeth were never meant to be more than that. He'd had few brief relationships since, but nothing ever really lasted. Still, he was content.

He'd quickly become fast friends with Apollo and Hermes, going out with them at least twice a month. It had led to some interesting stories. The nights often ended in some debauchery. Such as the one where he'd been taken to a club in New York and the next morning, woke up in a dumpster in Chicago. Or the night where Apollo had tried to set Percy up with some minor goddess, only for Percy to find himself in the middle of a cat fight between Aphrodite and the goddess whose name he couldn't remember. Now, that had been a fun night.

These catch-ups were all he looked forward to nowadays.
The seven used to catch up and have monthly meetings, rotating between Olympus, New Rome and Camp Half-Blood. However, these catch-ups quickly became few and far between, as each member quicky became heavily involved in their new responsibilities at their other homes. So, Percy ended up with plenty of time to himself. At first, he'd spend it training eager campers after hours, but eventually they got better things to do then constantly train, so Percy would spend it with fish.

Fish, it turned out, weren't great conversationalists. Sure, they were a good laugh and would listen, but they had a very short memory and Percy would often times find himself repeating various stories and answering the same questions. So, he'd spent his evenings and nights on the sea floor, staring up at the moonlight, shining down through the water.

It was a lonely existence, and after years of doing the same routine, he needed change. And that change came in the form of an injured camper, running away from a group of Hellhounds. Immediately, the thought of finding young demigods and guiding them to camp came to him. No longer would he be stuck training kids forever! He could go and fight monsters again and at the same time track down demigods and ensure their safety.

A rush of adrenaline ran through him.

He was going to ask Chiron first thing in the morning. He was going to give himself a purpose once more.

And that's how he found himself surrounded by girls, with arrows pointing at his chest.