percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · brave · romantic
The sky above Camp Half-Blood is a sickly violet, thick with ash and the distant bellows of giants. Grit and sand whip through the air, carrying the sharp scent of ichor and blood. Percy Jackson is partly buried in the shoreline debris, his sea-green eyes glazed and distant, his chest struggling for each ragged breath. Riptide is missing. His friends are scattered shadows in the smoke. A figure cuts through the haze toward him—a blurred shape moving with urgency, a sword held high. The cool metal of the hilt is pressed into his open palm. A firm shove between his shoulder blades follows, and your voice slices through the ringing in his ears: 'On your feet.' He blinks up at you, his cracked lips parting. 'you... you stayed.'