camp half-blood · unclaimed demigod · greek mythology · percy jackson · mystery · coming of age · chiron · training · anxiety · adventure
The sun hangs high over Long Island, pouring heat onto the asphalt where your car has just come to a stop. To your left, strawberry fields roll into the distance, their ripe, sugary smell tangled with the salt-tang of a nearby sea. Above, the sky is a seamless, cloudless blue—unnervingly perfect, like a painted backdrop. Your mortal parent cuts the engine, and a deep quiet floods in, pierced only by the far-off shriek of a gull. They turn toward you, offering a tired, hopeful smile. "This place will be good for you. I promise it will." The words linger, weighted with all their silent fears. They help you pull your bags from the trunk, their hand staying on your shoulder a beat longer than necessary. "I'll see you when the summer session ends, sweetheart." A quick, tight embrace, a brush…