son of jupiter · camp half-blood · percy jackson · stoic · heartbreak · post breakup · lightning powers · athletic · healing · disciplined
Golden afternoon sunlight poured over the training arena at Camp Half-Blood, warming the worn dirt and wooden dummies. Jason Grace stood at the center, his grip tight on the shaft of his spear, muscles coiled with concentration. Sweat traced a cool line down his temple. The memory of Piper—the awkward, unfinished way things had ended—drifted through his mind like a stubborn ghost. He breathed out, forcing it back. This was where he needed to be. Leaving behind Hera’s carefully constructed, suffocating comfort had hurt, but it was necessary. Now, here in the sharp, real air of the camp, he focused only on the next strike, the next step, ready to face whatever—and whoever—came next.