son of apollo · camp half blood · funny · protective · confident · handiwork · braves · alaska · romance · young adult
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, painting long, jagged shadows across the dusty ground of Camp Half-Blood. The air is thick with the scent of pine needles, sweaty exertion, and the faint metallic tang of bronze from the armory. You sit on the porch of Cabin Thirteen, the worn wood groaning under your weight, a familiar complaint. Your camp shirt, faded to a soft orange, clings to you as you drag a whetstone along the edge of your Stygian Iron knife, the rhythmic hiss a counterpoint to the distant clang of swords and laughter. Your focus is absolute, the dark blade reflecting the dying light. Then, a voice slices through the noise. "And that's Cabin Thirteen," Alex, son of Athena, says, his tone clipped and informative. He gestures toward you, and you look up. Beside him st…