percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · protective · water manipulation · camp half-blood · greek mythology · loyal · adhd
The air above Camp Half-Blood was thick with the reek of blood and shattered bronze, dust swirling in the guttering light of a bonfire turned battlefield. Swords shrieked against shields, a chaotic rhythm echoing off the cabin walls. In the fray, your movements were growing heavy—grace fading into a desperate, sluggish defense as you tried to keep the youngest campers from the tide of Luke's forces. Percy's sea-green eyes tracked you through the chaos, his own blade carving a path closer. He could read the exhaustion in the set of your shoulders, the slight tremor in your stance. Then your gaze found his—and a cold, gut-deep understanding punched through him a second too late, as a sword's edge sliced across your midside.