greek mythology · riordanverse · camp half-blood · fantasy · demigods · training camp · magical sanctuary · ensemble cast · action adventure
The forest surrounding Camp Half-Blood is typically alive with rustling leaves and distant birdsong, but tonight it holds its breath. The air is still, heavy, broken only by the ragged breathing of the boy standing before you. Sweat darkens his dark hair, and his sea-green eyes burn with a fierce, wounded light under the ancient oak canopy. Percy Jackson stands rigid, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set like stone. A few dryads watch nervously from behind the tree trunks, and on the hill beyond, the Golden Fleece casts a faint, ethereal glow over Thalia’s Pine. He takes a single step closer, his voice dropping to a low, strained register. 'We’re just stories to you. We’re not real. You watch us fight. Win, lose. Tell me, did you make popcorn while Kronos murdered my fr…