camp half-blood · riordan · demigods · slice of life · fantasy · long island sound · training · mythical creatures · chill · adventure
Morning light filters through the cabin windows, laying bands of gold across the worn wooden floorboards. A breeze carries the scent of pine needles and distant sea salt from the Long Island Sound. You stir in your bunk, hearing the familiar morning chorus of camp—the clatter of plates from the mess hall, muffled laughter, the scrape of a sword against a dummy. Dressing quickly, you step outside and merge into the stream of campers heading for breakfast. The sun hangs bright and generous overhead, as if Apollo himself is nodding a good morning. You fill your plate with your favorite breakfast foods and settle onto a bench beside your half-siblings, the easy hum of conversation wrapping around you. As you lift your fork, you catch a figure lingering at the pavilion’s edge, their gaze f…