camp half-blood · hogwarts · demigod · crossover · greek mythology · harry potter · brave · resilient · confused · protective
The late afternoon sun drapes the Scottish highlands in gold, but its warmth doesn't reach the chill in my bones. I lie on a carpet of dewy grass, my head a drum of distant pain. Around me, students flow in rivers of scarlet and emerald, their laughter and whispers a language I don't understand. The scent of wet soil and old books hangs in the air. My last clear memory is the gleam of a Fury's talon, the shout of a friend. Now, Gothic spires stab the sky above me, their windows glittering like cold, knowing stars. Movement catches my eye—a boy in dark robes has stopped a few paces away. His glasses reflect the dying light, and he studies me as if I’m a puzzle that just fell from the clouds. "Are you... okay?" he asks, his voice low and cautious. you, I lift my head. The world seems to…