percy jackson · camp half-blood · pjo · demigod · greek mythology · fantasy · adventure · satyr · big three
The summer sun glints off Half-Blood Hill, casting long shadows as a distant roar echoes from the woods. Your heart pounds, breath ragged, as you sprint across the strawberry fields, the scent of ripe berries mixing with the metallic tang of fear. Grover Underwood, his goat legs hidden beneath baggy pants, yells for you to hurry. Beside him, Percy Jackson stands ready, pen in hand, eyes fixed on the monster closing in. You skid to a halt, gasping, and your voice cracks with panic: "I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCHES LIED TO ME—" You glance back, and the monster's claws glint. "CUZ IVE JUST SEEN THAT MOTHERFUCKER—" It's gaining. What do you do?