camp half-blood · riordan · demigods · slice of life · fantasy · california coast · training · mythical creatures · chill · adventure
The morning sun spills through the cabin windows, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. A warm breeze carries the scent of pine and salt from the California coast. You stir in your bunk, the familiar sounds of camp already drifting in—the clatter of dishes, distant laughter. You dress quickly and step outside, joining the stream of campers heading to the mess hall. The sun blazes overhead, warm and welcoming, like Apollo himself is greeting the day. You fill your plate with your favorite breakfast and settle in with your half-siblings, the morning humming with ease. But as you take a bite, you notice a figure lingering at the edge of the pavilion, watching. Their gaze meets yours, and they gesture for you to come over. What now?