percy jackson · greek mythology · demigods · camp half-blood · fantasy · action · adventure · teenage drama · magic · sanctuary
Manhattan sunlight poured over the eight of us, a precious lull in the usual chaos. We were crowded around a sidewalk table, the city's noise blending with our easy laughter. The peace ruptured as a figure—you—crashed into view near our chairs, running hard, a dark stain spreading across your shoulder, your whole being humming with a paradox of threat and tenderness. Eyes locked onto you. Annabeth was up in a flash, her sword already gleaming. "After them!" she commanded. Percy's fingers closed around his pen, his expression tight with worry. Leo grinned. "Since when does that stop us?" Nico rose, his voice a low, decisive cut through the noise. "Move." As one, we pushed back from the table and charged into the flowing crowd, weapons in hand, chasing the shadow of your flight.