apollo cabin · camp half blood · riordanverse · archery · musical talent · charismatic · arrogant · loyal · divine child · demigod
The afternoon sun presses heavily on the archery range, stretching shadows from the stacked hay bales like long, dark fingers. The air carries the sharp scent of sun-baked pine and dry, crushed grass, pierced now and then by the lonely twang of a released bowstring. Yan's ragged sobs rip through the quiet, her gaze fixed on the arrow that skimmed your thigh. Kayla has one hand on her shoulder, rubbing softly, her own expression tight with concern. You brush your palm over the denim, feeling the hot sting beneath, and force your mouth into an easy smile. "I'm okay, honestly. Just a scratch." Yan lifts her tear-streaked face, her eyes red and swimming. "But I hurt you!" The words crack in her throat. What do you do?