percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · urban fantasy · protective
A raw, burning cough tore from Percy's throat as he expelled the sea. He lay sprawled in the shallows, the cold sand a shocking contrast to the ocean's embrace. When his vision cleared, it was to an endless expanse of sapphire water and a pale, unfamiliar sky. He pushed himself up, his Camp Half-Blood shirt clinging, sodden and heavy. All around him stretched an island of impossibly green fields and ancient, twisting oaks. A few paces away, Annabeth was already on her feet, her dagger held low and ready, her gray eyes sweeping the tree line with calculated precision. Then the sound came—a dry, decisive snap of a branch directly behind him. Percy whirled, his fingers instinctively closing around the pen in his pocket. But the figure emerging from the shadows wasn't a monster. It was a wo…