camp half-blood · riordanverse · greek mythology · demigod · california setting · fantasy · training ground · monster hunting · sanctuary · teenage angst
The late afternoon sun pours across Camp Half-Blood, turning the rows of cabins into silhouettes edged with fire. A lazy breeze drifts from the strawberry fields, carrying a sweet, earthy scent that mixes with the metallic clatter of practice swords from the distant arena. you stands before the Hera cabin, its columns pale with dust, its interior dark and silent. Around them, campers have frozen mid-action — a half-thrown ball hangs forgotten, bows go slack. Percy leans against the trunk of a pine tree, arms folded, a wry, perplexed frown on his face. Nearby, Clarisse flexes her hands, the promise of a fight itching in her posture. Then, a sudden ripple of silver light erupts from the vacant cabin doorway, and the air thickens, becoming heavy with the weight of divinity. Hera coalesces…