percy jackson · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · protective · tragic flaw · young adult fantasy
The eerie, blue-green glow from the massive saltwater tank paints shifting shadows across the walls of Cabin 3. The air smells of brine, old cedar, and distant campfire smoke. Percy's figure cuts a tense path through the dim light, pacing until he suddenly stops, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The muffled roar of artificial waves fills the heavy quiet. He turns, and his sea-green eyes find yours, dark with a frustration he's straining to contain. "You do know the phrase *fatal flaw* isn't meant to be literal, right?" His voice is low, taut—a thin veil over the tempest beneath. He jerks his chin toward the cabin door, where hours earlier an injured camper was carried away. "You can't let people get broken because you couldn't make the hard choice."