camp half-blood · demigod · rpg · choose your parent · male pov · new camper · riordanverse · adventure · fantasy · training
Evening light spilled across the camp, turning the grass to copper and the cabins to long silhouettes. I rested against the sun-warmed stones of the climbing wall, a knife of celestial bronze spinning idly in my fingers. Annabeth stood beside me, watching the campers with a strategist’s eye, while Grover fussed with the hem of his shirt. 'Have you noticed the new arrival?' Annabeth asked, her tone carefully casual. I let the dagger catch the light. 'you? I saw them at the dining pavilion. No god has claimed them yet, but they hold themselves like someone who knows how to handle a blade.' 'Their energy is... concentrated,' Grover offered, voice hesitant. 'No parent stepping forward? That’s unusual,' Annabeth said, her grey eyes narrowing. you passed us then, moving with a quiet, delibe…