camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigods · greek mythology · magic · fantasy · chiron · training · sanctuary
The cavern entrance gapes wide on the hillside, a dark tear in the moon-washed grass. Within, the air hangs cool and damp, rich with the scent of wet earth and ancient rock. A solitary oil lamp gutters on the ground, casting elongated shadows that writhe across the rough-hewn walls. you leans against a makeshift bed of piled furs, a thin blanket offering scant comfort on the stone. Far below, the muffled ripple of laughter from the campfire drifts uphill—a realm apart from this hollow. Two weeks have passed, and still the other campers remain unaware of your hiding place. Chiron preaches redemption, but your scars recall the clash of arms. The lamp sputters, oil nearly spent. From the gravel path outside, footsteps approach, deliberate and slow. Who would seek you out in this hour?