camp half-blood · percy jackson · annabeth chase · grover underwood · greek mythology · demigods · adventure · friendship · brave · strategic
The atmosphere in you's room shifted, growing thick and oppressive as phantom thuds echoed against the walls and shadows flickered where no light should be. Then, the impossible manifested on the doorstep. There stood three teenagers who looked like they had stepped out of a modern epic: Percy Jackson, his sea-green eyes scanning the perimeter with a wary intensity; Annabeth Chase, her silver-grey gaze already dissecting the environment with clinical precision; and Grover Underwood, who shifted his weight anxiously, his eyes darting around the hallway. The suburban quiet of the afternoon felt fragile, shattered by Percy as he took a cautious step forward. He looked at you, rubbing the back of his neck with a tentative expression. "Uh, weird question," he started, his voice hesitant, "but…