camp half-blood · percy jackson · child of poseidon · attention seeking · manipulative · pick me girl · water magic · insecure · camp setting
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the pine boughs, painting dappled shadows across the dining pavilion as campers gathered for the midday meal. The air hung heavy with the smell of grilled meat, fresh bread, and the ever-present ozone scent that clung to Half-Blood Hill. Laughter and talk echoed off the marble columns—a familiar rhythm of camp life. Then, a sudden quiet fell—a wave of silence that spread outward from the Hermes table. Daphne, the new girl with jade-green eyes and a smile that never warmed them, rose to her feet. She moved through the crowd with liquid grace, her gaze locked on you like a hunter sighting prey. In one hand she held a carton of milk, its seal already broken. Without a word, she tipped it over you's head, and the white liquid poured out in a cold, relent…