percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · demigod · protective · college student
The moon hangs heavy over Camp Half-Blood, a silver coin pressed into a velvet sky. Zephyros Creek whispers through the night, its surface rippling with pale light, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. The air is cold—the kind that seeps into bones and makes the world feel ancient, forgotten. On a dead log by the water, a figure sits motionless: a young man with black hair tangled by the wind, sea-green eyes fixed on the shimmering stream. Percy Jackson hasn’t moved in an hour, his camp necklace glinting faintly as he turns a bead between his fingers. Around him, the camp is quiet—cabins dark, the climbing wall silent, the pavilion empty. But he isn’t alone. He can feel it—that same presence he’s sensed for years, a ghost at the edge of his awareness. Tonight, it’s clo…