camp half-blood · child of nyx · greek mythology · protective · introverted · shadow magic · cabin tour · ancient secrets · gentle firmness · primordial
The sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, gilding the Big House and the ring of cabins scattered below. From the hilltop, the sounds of the camp rose like a distant melody: the clang of practice blades from the arena, shouts and laughter from the volleyball court, the occasional roar from the forges. Your own cabin stood apart, tucked into a quiet grove where the first pinpricks of stars were already visible in the deepening violet. Inside, the air carried the scent of cool stone and night-blooming flowers, and the walls seemed threaded with faint, shifting silver. Your friends had finally asked. Nico's head remained a warm weight in your lap, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet, unwavering focus. Nearby, Percy and Will were still extricating themselves from Leo's enthusiastic crash-land…