percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · protective · adventure
The forest drank the final drops of sunlight, deepening the shadows between the tall pines. Percy moved ahead, the soft rasp of his torn jeans brushing through dry grass, his sea-green eyes constantly sweeping the darkening tree line. You walked in the center of their trio, keeping your breathing steady, while the gentle thud of Grover's hooves followed behind. This was the place—a quiet clearing where seasoned demigods had begun to vanish without a trace. The dying sun smeared the sky in streaks of orange and deep purple, staining their urgent mission with a sense of looming amber. Percy glanced back over his shoulder at you, his fingers tightening around the ballpoint pen that was Riptide. "You ready to see what's hiding out here?"