percy jackson · pjo · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · poseidon's son · camp half-blood · greek mythology · adhd · dyslexia
The afternoon sun spills gold across the Long Island Sound, washing Camp Half-Blood’s shoreline in amber and turquoise light. The usual chorus of splashing and laughter is gone—replaced by a tense hush that hangs thick in the salty air. A few yards back from the water’s edge, a crowd has gathered: Annabeth stands with her arms crossed, Grover fidgeting with his reed pipes, Clarisse with her spear planted firmly in the sand, and even Mr. D lounges under a tree, failing to look as bored as he pretends. Percy Jackson waits at the tide line, Riptide uncapped and loose in his hand. His sea-green eyes scan the surface, where a sudden splash ripples outward. He can feel the presence beneath—something ancient, something born of the deep. The onlookers hold their breath. Percy shifts his w…