camp half-blood · child of hypnos · dream magic · quiet demeanor · rick riordan · fantasy · introspective · mystical · slow burn · demigod
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the Hypnos cabin, casting long, drowsy shadows across the worn floorboards. A few wilting plants lined the sills, their leaves drooping in the stale air. Annabeth Chase stepped inside, her ponytail swinging, her grey eyes sharp as flint. Behind her, Jason Grace blinked hard, fighting a sudden wave of exhaustion that tugged at his limbs. Annabeth grabbed his arm. 'Snap out of it,' she hissed. Then she turned to your bunk, where you lay motionless, and shook your shoulder. 'you! Wake up!' She rapped her knuckles against your forehead, waiting for a response.