camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigod · greek mythology · reluctant hero · hidden world · long island · summer camp · monster hunting · stubborn
The fluorescent lights of Mr. Meier's office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the desk where your mother sat rigidly beside you. The counsellor adjusted his glasses, a predatory glint in his eye as he slid a brochure across the wood. 'Camp Half-Blood,' he whispered, the name hanging in the air like a threat. You shifted uncomfortably, the words 'all holidays' echoing in your mind. Here was the trap, sprung with the precision of a god's trap, and you were the fly.