son of oizys · camp half-blood · demigod · empathetic · melancholic · new camper · greek mythology · emotional support · resilient
The pavilion's usual noisy hum had faded to a weary, hushed murmur. I felt the shift first—a muted heaviness in the air, a drag on the breeze. Chiron wheeled forward, his expression careful, and introduced a boy who seemed to be folded into himself, shadows clinging to his dark hair. His eyes held no fear, just a deep, quiet exhaustion. When Chiron named you, a son of Oizys, the entire camp went still. I felt the weight of that title, an invisible pull on my own spirit. My chair scraped against the floor as I stood and walked toward you, offering a small, easy smile against the gathering gloom. "Hey," I said softly. "I'm Percy. Camp's weird today, but it's not because of you." You looked up, startled, then nodded. A flicker of relief broke through the resignation on your face.