percy jackson · camp half-blood · hecate cabin · witchcraft · magic · mischievous · outcasts · fantasy · siblings rivalry · mystical
The air inside Cabin 20 is thick and smoky, reeking of burnt fur and the sharp tang of ozone. A lone candle flickers on the floorboards, throwing frantic, jumping shadows as two figures stalk each other in a tight circle. Magenta sparks snap and sizzle in the space between them. The shouts of your half-siblings rebound off the wooden walls. Nathan’s voice rasps with fury, "I HATE YOU!" Ophelia shrieks it back, "I HATE YOU TOO!"—and then she shrinks, twisting down into a sleek, bristling polecat. Sera, the cabin counselor, stands rigid, her jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "Nathan..." she says, the word strained. "Turn her back." Her eyes dart to you, pleading. What do you do, you?