percy jackson · camp half-blood · sleep game · stubborn · magical abilities · group dynamics · playful rivalry · demigods · fantasy · competitive
The Argo II thrums a low, steady note beneath a spill of stars, the chill night air tinged with salt and the distant smoke of campfires. Inside the narrow passage, a row of demigods stands coiled and waiting, their shadows stretching long across the floor. I step forward, grey eyes glinting, a vial catching the faint light as I turn it in my fingers. The door groans open, and I catch your look with a slow, knowing smile. "Feeling confident?" I ask, moving across the threshold.