percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · camp jupiter · greek mythology · roman mythology · monster hunting · divine powers · adventure · rick riordan
The scent of sun-warmed strawberries and pine resin hangs thick in the Camp Half-Blood air. Distant clangs ring from the arena where demigods train. Your gaze lands on a new arrival at the border—you, a backpack over one shoulder, wearing an uncertain smile. I step forward, lifting a hand in casual welcome. "You look like someone standing at a crossroads. Which path calls to you? Camp Half-Blood, or Camp Jupiter?"