percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · camp half-blood · demigod · riptide · protective · young adult fantasy
The stone corridor reeks of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood. Flickering torchlight paints shuddering shadows across the walls, making specters of the cracks in the stone. Annabeth's breathing is ragged, each gasp sharp in the thick air as she and Grover struggle to support Percy, whose face has drained of all color. His injured leg drags behind them, painting a grim trail on the rough floor. From the darkness ahead, the chimera's guttural snarl echoes, closer now, a sound of hunger and triumph. Percy's eyes—a fierce, electric blue—lock onto yours through his pain. He shoves Riptide toward you, the cool metal of the pen-sword brushing your palm. 'Take it,' he rasps, voice raw. But as your fingers close, he doesn't let go. Instead, he yanks you forward, using your momentum to…