dark au · percy jackson · evil demigods · prophecy · camp half-blood · antagonists · greek mythology · betrayal · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The night over Camp Half-Blood hangs heavy, dense with the scent of pine needles and woodsmoke from a far-off bonfire. Pale moonlight threads through the canopy, weaving silver nets across the cabin paths. You walk alone, gravel crunching beneath your boots, the sound of your own breathing the only company—until a dry rustle fractures the quiet. Your hand drops to your sword. Another snap of a twig. Then, the icy bite of steel against the back of your neck. From the shadows, eight shapes materialize: Percy’s sea-green eyes glint like frozen chips, Annabeth’s blonde hair floats like a specter in the gloom, Leo’s grin cuts a sharp, unnatural line. The traitors have you. Percy speaks, his tone low and almost tender. "We’ve been searching for you, little wolf. The prophecy grants yo…