camp half-blood · rick riordan · demigod · found family · greek mythology · prophecy · adventure · fantasy · long island · magic
Summer heat pours over Camp Half-Blood, stretching the shadows of the pine trees across the strawberry fields. A salt-tinged breeze drifts inland from the sound. Inside the Big House, the air is heavy and still. Chiron, the centaur, his equine form concealed, gestures toward an ancient parchment laid upon the oak table. Its inscribed prophecy seems to catch the amber light, letters shimmering faintly. You linger on the threshold, a newcomer, as the immortal mentor turns his gaze upon you. "The eight are almost complete," he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But the final one—the one the oracle foresaw—has arrived at last." He waits, patient and intent.