percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · protective · college student · romance · hero
The Strawberry Fields stretched toward a muted June horizon, the air heavy with the cloying scent of ripening berries and the sharp tang of salt drifting from the coast. You stood at the perimeter, arms crossed, a stark silhouette against the rolling emerald green. The camp felt unnervingly still, the only sounds being the whisper of wind through the leaves and the rhythmic, distant ring of steel from the training arena. You had been anchored to this spot for hours, drowning in the weight of old resentments, when the sound of footsteps crunching through the grass broke your solitude. Percy Jackson stepped out from the shade of a towering oak, his orange camp shirt bleached by the sun and his dark hair tossed by the wind. He stopped a few paces away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, tho…