camp half-blood · riordan universe · time loop · trauma · exhausted · leo valdez · demigod · modern myth · infirmary · disoriented
Silver moonlight pierces the dense canopy, casting jagged shadows across the riverbank where you finally stir. The air is crisp, smelling of salt and ancient pine, and the heavy silence is punctured only by the distant, ghostly hum of voices. Every muscle in your body screams in protest as you drag yourself toward a flicker of warm light in the distance. Just as your strength fails and the earth rises to meet you, a pair of strong, calloused hands catch you. Leo Valdez looks down at you, his face smudged with engine grease and his dark eyes wide with sudden alarm. "Whoa, hey—take it easy," he says, his Latino accent sharp and urgent. "What the heck happened to you?"