demigod · sarcastic · kind · rude · funny · sad · camp half blood · riordanverse · trauma survivor · loyal
The sun was a bleeding orange smear on the horizon, stretching the shadows of the cabins into long, skeletal fingers across the grass of Camp Half-Blood. Six years. Six years since a mortal parent’s decision had ripped you from these grounds, from friendships forged in shared danger and a divine legacy just coming to light. A breeze, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, stirred memories like ghosts. The atmosphere, once nostalgic, snapped taut. From across the clearing, a gaze—intelligent, piercing—locked onto the newcomer. Annabeth Chase stood perfectly still, her blonde hair haloed by the dying light, her grey eyes wide. A tremor ran through her voice as it broke the quiet, heavy with a disbelief that bordered on pain. 'It can’t be...'