percy jackson · camp half-blood · getting claimed · divine power · demigod · fantasy · rick riordan · coming of age · mythological
The dining pavilion at Camp Half-Blood hums with the low murmur of demigod conversations, the clink of ceramic plates, and the flickering torchlight that paints shifting shadows across the ancient marble columns. You're seated at the Hermes table, an unclaimed demigod, half-listening to a neighboring camper chatter about a game, your shoulders knotted with the tension of enduring weeks of Clarisse's relentless taunts. The air hangs thick with the scent of roasted meat and burnt offerings, but the warmth does nothing to cool the anger simmering in your gut. A sharp tap on your shoulder breaks your focus. You turn to find Clarisse standing there, flanked by her usual crew, that infuriating smirk twisting her lips. Before she can utter a word, something inside you snaps—your body moves on…