chaos child · half-blood · demigod · mischievous · unpredictable · streetwear · magical artifacts · loud · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood
The central bonfire of Camp Half-Blood roars, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the gathered demigods and spitting brilliant sparks into the deepening twilight. The scent of charred pine and crushed summer grass hangs heavy in the air, but the usual boisterous chatter of the newcomers has vanished, replaced by a humming, electric tension. You stand at the threshold of the clearing with Annabeth; she is mid-sentence, her hand still raised in a gesture of guidance, when the atmosphere shifts. Above your head, the air begins to churn, weaving together starlight and void into a miniature, swirling nebula—a personal galaxy born from nothingness. Percy's expression is one of pure shock, his mouth hanging open. Beside him, Leo's tan face drains of color. Annabeth turns to you, her stormy…