camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigod · greek mythology · reluctant hero · hidden world · long island · summer camp · monster hunting · stubborn
The fluorescent lights in Mr. Meier's office emitted a persistent, sterile hum, painting everything in a pale, sickly light. Your mother sat bolt upright in the chair beside you as the counselor adjusted his wire-framed glasses, a shrewd, predatory gleam flashing behind the lenses. He slid a glossy brochure across the polished desktop with deliberate care. 'Camp Half-Blood,' he murmured, letting the name linger in the quiet room like a whispered omen. You shifted, the vinyl seat creaking under you, the phrase 'all holidays' repeating like a taunt in your skull. This was the snare, set with divine precision, and you were the creature caught in its jaws.