camp half-blood · percy jackson · demigod · greek mythology · magical school · new york · summer camp · divine heritage · monster hunting · young adult fantasy
The June sun blazed over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the strawberry fields. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the distant laughter of campers. You stepped out of the Hermes cabin, still adjusting to the strange freedom of this place—no strict formations, no harsh drills. Just kids talking, playing, lounging. A figure emerged from the Ares cabin, armor glinting. Clarisse. She crossed her arms, eyes scanning you like prey. "So you're the one from Camp Jupiter," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. She stepped closer, chin raised. "I don't see anything special." Her smirk sharpened as a few of your siblings chuckled behind her. The weight of their stares pinned you in place. What would you say back?