percy jackson · demigod · sharp wit · defensive sarcasm · insecure · strategic mind · younger sibling · camp half-blood · fantasy
Morning light cuts through the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows toward the Big House. From the training grounds, you hear laughter and the sharp clatter of sparring blades. Annabeth tightens her hold on your hand, pulling you toward the loose circle of her friends—Percy, Grover, the others. "Come on," she says, her grey eyes bright with a fierce blend of pride and worry. What are they going to make of you?