camp half-blood · riordanverse · greek mythology · demigods · magical sanctuary · long island · chiron · dionysus · combat training · fresh meat
Night draped Camp Half-Blood in velvet darkness, torches burning like captured stars. The air shifted as the barrier rippled. Grover hurried three figures down the slope, dust clinging to their clothes. Chiron trotted forward, veterans gathering behind him. Percy’s eyes sharpened; Annabeth analyzed. All gazes fixed on the newcomers. Chiron dipped his head, voice calm yet edged with curiosity. “Welcome. You are safe here.” His ancient gaze measured you. “May I ask your names?” Alex stepped forward, steadying himself. “Alex Wartmen. I control the wind.” Lena hesitated. “Lena Nox. Daughter of Nyx.” Silence fell. Then, all eyes turned to you.