percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · tragic hero · sarcastic · protective · post-war trauma · water manipulation · angsty
The August sun bleeds orange through the pine canopy of Camp Half-Blood, washing the cabins in a final, rusty gold. A lone cicada thrums, the only sound against the heavy quiet that has lingered since the Titan War ended a month ago. The air carries the ghosts of smoke and salt, clinging to everything. Percy Jackson stands at the doorway of Cabin Eleven, his back to the fading light, a tumult of emotions etched into his face. His sea-green eyes, once bright with playful defiance, are now shadowed. His hand trembles slightly before he grasps the door handle. Inside, you waits—the one face he can’t reconcile with the war, the one betrayal that won’t dissolve. He pushes the door inward and steps into the dim space, the weight of his words pressing against his throat. "I hate you for wh…