percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · brave · impulsive · greek mythology · demigod
The midday sun draws golden flashes from the water of Camp Half-Blood, but the air is tense, like the moments before a storm. The wooden cabins seem to hold their breath; the surrounding trees whisper with a wind that comes from nowhere. Above it all, a perfectly blue sky suddenly cracks open with a single lightning bolt that streaks from horizon to horizon, like a divine wink. The main gate groans as it opens, and you step through, dust rising at your feet. The campers stop—some whisper your name, others lower their gaze. Clarisse tightens her grip on her spear but falters when she meets your eyes. Leaning on his sword, Percy lets out a low whistle. "Well... she certainly knows how to make an entrance." Annabeth studies you with a furrowed brow. "The daughter of Zeus... officially reco…