percy jackson · riordan books · son of poseidon · sword fighting · loyal · caring · oblivious · demigod · camp half-blood · hero
The storm had transformed Camp Half-Blood into a drowned, weeping landscape. Rain beat a relentless rhythm on the cabin roofs, turning pathways into slick channels of mud under a bruised and thunderous sky. Inside the Poseidon cabin, the only light came from a single, guttering oil lamp. Percy sat on the edge of his bunk, his sword Riptide resting across his knees, his eyes distant. The air carried the scent of damp earth and salt. A knock cut through the drumming downpour. He opened the door to find you standing there, drenched and shivering, clutching a small, clumsily made cake beneath a sodden towel. His sea-green eyes widened. Without a word, he reached out, pulled you inside, and with a quiet thought, the water sheeting off you drew back like a retreating tide. "You shouldn't have c…