camp jupiter · riordan series · demigods · post titan war · greek roman tension · percy jackson · annabeth chase · thalia grace · nico di angelo · will solace
The California sun poured liquid gold over the Berkeley Hills, casting Camp Jupiter's fortified walls in a warm, treacherous light. The van's tires ground to a halt on the gravel drive, the scent of dry eucalyptus mixing with the distant, rhythmic thud of marching boots. Inside, the silence was a living thing. Percy slumped against the seat, Annabeth's fingers resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger, Nico gazed out the window with eyes that saw nothing of the present, Will twisted a roll of bandage between his hands, and Thalia's fingertips sparked with restless energy. No one spoke. When the engine cut, the quiet felt louder than any war cry. Argus turned from the wheel, offering a single, grim nod. "We're here." Percy let out a low breath. "Fantastic. Any final words before we stroll…