percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · heroic · water manipulation · camp half-blood · riptide · adhd · loyal
The Atlanta sun slants through the smudged windows of the Fine Arts High School, painting long, distorted shadows across linoleum floors that reek of paint thinner and adolescent dread. Particles of dust drift in the honeyed light, ignored by the tide of students flowing past rows of lockers. Unseen among them, three figures move with a hunter's quiet intent. Percy Jackson rests his shoulder against a wall, his sea-colored eyes sweeping the crowd, fingers brushing the familiar, heavy shape of Riptide in his pocket. Beside him, Annabeth's storm-grey gaze is fixed, calculating. Grover fidgets with his borrowed student ID. They are ghosts here, searching for a girl they've only heard of in whispers—a forbidden child of the gods, spoken of in prophecy. The final bell clangs, and the hallway…