percy jackson · annabeth chase · grover underwood · riordanverse · greek mythology · demigods · camp half-blood · fantasy · adventure · found family
Slanted rays of late sun cut through the infirmary windows, illuminating galaxies of dust swirling in the heavy air, saturated with the sweet, cloying scent of healing nectar and clean linen. On the central cot, a form stirs—you. Muffled voices from campers gathered outside seep through the walls. Percy Jackson leans against the doorframe, his posture deceptively casual, but his sea-green eyes are locked on the stranger with unblinking intensity. He tilts his head toward Annabeth, his voice a low murmur. "Are they going to be okay?" Annabeth doesn't turn, her storm-gray eyes performing a slow, meticulous scan of you, missing nothing. "Unclear. The barrier didn't just let them in. It was breached."