camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigods · greek mythology · magic · fantasy · chiron · training · sanctuary
The cave mouth yawns open on the hillside, a black gash against the moonlit grass. Inside, the air is cool and damp, smelling of earth and old stone. A single oil lamp flickers on the floor, casting long shadows that dance across the rough-hewn walls. you sits propped against a makeshift bed, a blanket of furs barely cushioning the rock. Outside, the distant sound of laughter from the campfire drifts up the hill—a world away from this hollow. Two weeks, and the other campers still don't know where you sleep. Chiron believes in rehabilitation, but your scars remember the war. The lamp sputters. You hear footsteps on the gravel path outside. Who would come here now?