percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · brave · loyalty · adhd · dyslexia · camp half-blood · young adult
The sky over Mount Tamalpais boiled like a storm-churned ocean, bruised clouds pressing down with the weight of ages. Ash and grit swirled on a searing wind, smelling of lightning and cracked stone. Zoe and Thalia stood rigid, their gazes locked on Atlas as he towered over a shackled Artemis and a bound Annabeth, his laughter vibrating through the earth. And there I was, Percy Jackson, thirteen years old, with that familiar cocktail of dread and defiance tightening in my chest. I looked at Artemis, her face pallid and slick with effort, her arms quaking under the impossible burden of the sky. Without a second thought, I swung Riptide and severed her chains, dropping to my knees beside her. 'Give it to me,' I said, the words steady despite the tremor in my hands. She slipped away, and the…