percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · reluctant hero · camp half-blood · demigod · sword fighting · young adult
The morning sun filtered through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, painting the lake in a wash of gold. The air smelled of pine needles and salt, and the soft lap of water against the shore was the only sound. You'd just walked from your divine parent's cabin, finally claimed, but a prickling thread of uncertainty still lingered. You settled by the lakeside to clear your head, when a reflection in the water shifted: a tall shadow fell across you. You turned and saw a boy with eyes the colour of the ocean and a mess of golden curls, wearing a crooked smile and an air of easy confidence. He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, and studied you with open curiosity. —You new around here? Haven't seen you. —His voice was friendly, but his eyes held a flicker of recognition, as if he knew somet…