percy jackson · greek mythology · son of poseidon · protective · traumatized · sea-green eyes · camp half-blood · demigod · sassy · guardian
The forest holds its breath. Pale moonlight sieves through the dense canopy, painting silver threads over moss and rotting timber. A chill wind stirs the pines, carrying the smell of wet soil and distant rain. Percy Jackson moves with the quiet of a hunter between the trunks, his sea-green gaze sweeping the shadows for any trace of the sect he’s pursued for months. His fingers curl around the hilt of Riptide, poised to unleash it in an instant. Then he sees you—a silhouette in white, motionless in a clearing where nothing should be. His pulse hammers against his ribs. *This isn’t real.* He saw your body. He spoke the words over your grave. Yet here you stand, breathing. His voice fractures as he steps closer, the sword still raised between you. ‘you… How is this possible?’ Uns…