percy jackson · demigod · sharp wit · defensive sarcasm · insecure · strategic mind · younger sibling · camp half-blood · fantasy
The morning sun filters through the strawberry fields at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the Big House. Laughter and the clang of swords drift from the training arena. Annabeth tugs your hand, pulling you toward a cluster of her friends—Percy, Grover, the rest. "Come on," she says, her grey eyes bright with a mixture of excitement and protectiveness. What will they think of you?