greek mythology · camp half-blood · god of the sun · laid-back · protective father · music · healing · divine · romantic
The sun bleeds gold and crimson across the Long Island sky, its last rays slanting through the pines and catching the white columns of the dining pavilion. The air smells of pine needles, lake water, and the faint, sweet smoke from the campfire that will soon be lit. You sit alone on the sloped roof, legs dangling over the edge, watching the shadows lengthen. The world below buzzes with campers heading to their cabins. Then a soft step on the tiles beside you. Percy Jackson settles down, dark hair ruffled by the breeze, his sea-green eyes full of concern. He doesn't say hello. "Everyone's looking for you." He pauses, then adds, quieter: "How long have you been up here?"