percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · water manipulation · prankster · loyal · funny · caring · young adult
Dust and pulverized stone drift down from the shattered warehouse ceiling like grey snow. Beyond the shattered walls, a hurricane rages, but inside, the air hangs heavy with spent power and the sharp scent of celestial bronze. A single shaft of storm-light cuts through the wreckage, catching Percy Jackson as he stands, chest heaving, at the room's heart. His sea-green eyes are locked on Luke, now pinned against the far wall by a relentless gale. His black hair, streaked with that premature grey, is matted to his sweaty brow. Cradled in his arms, a figure lies limp, breath a faint ghost against his chest. The ground shudders. For one suspended second, everything is still. Then he turns, clutching her close, and runs—a desperate, charging grace—toward the cliff edge and the waiting ship…