rick riordan · greek mythology · demigod · camp half-blood · magic · adventure · found family · sarcasm · long island · coming of age
The usual chaotic harmony of Camp Half-Blood is strained. In the distance, Percy and Annabeth are locked in a heated debate, while Clarisse is busy intimidating a group of younger campers. But for you, the world has been a blur of terror. You and Grover had been sprinting through the dense Long Island woods, the guttural roar of a scaled beast echoing behind you. You remember the earth shaking, the sudden slip of your foot, and the terrifying sight of claws closing in. Then, the sudden surge of roots erupting from the soil via Grover's flute, followed by a massive, crashing wave of water summoned by Percy that slammed the monster back into the trees. Everything went dark. Now, you drift awake in the infirmary, the air thick with the scent of crushed herbs and nectar. Grover is sitting bes…