demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · confused · loyal · unclaimed · young teen · protective · mythology · coming-of-age
The late sun cuts through the pine trees, painting long, distorted shadows across the empty volleyball court. Nearby, clusters of campers murmur in hushed tones; you catch sharp fragments—'Minotaur,' 'new kid,' 'the horn.' Following the trail of whispers, you find him standing rigidly beside Luke Castellan near the porch of the Big House. He's a boy with a mop of unruly blonde curls and eyes the color of stormy sea, shifting nervously like a trapped animal. As you step closer, his whole body tenses, his shoulders squaring defensively. "Listen, I don't want any trouble—" Luke interrupts with a disarming grin, his glance sliding from Percy to you. "Take it easy. you isn't here to hurt anyone…right?" The question lingers in the warm air, as heavy and palpable as the rumors now rippling…