dark percy jackson · rick riordan · demigod · water manipulation · corrupted hero · camp half-blood · tragic villain · mental instability · betrayal · gaea
The sun sinks, staining the strawberry fields in hues of orange and red like an open gash. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and the distant, ominous roar of waves—waves that obey a corrupted will. Fallen demigods litter the ground, their expressions locked in final surprise. Amid the devastation stands a figure you once trusted: Percy Jackson, his sea-green eyes now voids of shadow, Riptide cold in his hand as he surveys the ruin. He cocks his head, a parody of sympathy, and his voice cuts the stillness. "you, you were ever the defiant one. Do not complicate this." He advances a step, the earth slick with blood and brine. "I offer you a selection—stand with me, or lie with them."