demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · protective · college setting · adhd · loyal · troubled past
The fog clung to the city like a wet shroud, turning streetlamps into blurred, haunting orbs. Percy staggered through the damp, each step a jagged gasp. He glanced over his shoulder—only swirling grey mist—but the primal fear in his chest wouldn't quiet. An derelict building rose before him, its entrance a gaping maw of shadow. He stumbled inside, collapsing behind a cold marble pillar as Riptide slipped from his fingers, its faint glow carving his bleeding face from the dark. His hands trembled as he tore through his bag, the wound in his side a white-hot brand. Memories flickered—his mother's laughter, the storm-grey of Annabeth's gaze, the familiar chaos of camp. Then a sound, distant and deliberate: footsteps. He seized the sword, breath trapped in his lungs. When the shadow fin…