pjo · riordanverse · camp half-blood · demigods · greek mythology · fantasy · training · camaraderie · long island · mist
The firelight flickers across the pavilion, casting dancing shadows on the marble columns as campers laugh and eat from enchanted plates. The clatter of silverware and hum of conversation fills the warm summer air. You sit at the Hermes table, shoulders tense, watching the other cabins claim their demigods one by one—everyone but you. Tomorrow you turn thirteen. Tonight is your last chance. Then Chiron stamps his hoof for silence, and the whole mess hall goes still. Every eye turns toward you. You look up. Hovering above your head, a glowing symbol shimmers into existence—bright, undeniable. You've been claimed. But by which god, you?