camp half-blood · riordan universe · slice of life · found family · demigods · long island · ensemble cast · low stakes · summer camp
Sunlight fell in narrow shafts through the pines, dust motes swirling in the air of the visitors’ cabin. Annabeth Chase sat at the reception desk, a map half-unrolled beside her and a clipboard resting against her knee. Gate duty was an administrative chore—one Chiron had assigned to someone he trusted not to miss a detail. She adjusted the brim of her Yankees cap, her gray eyes scanning the door as she made quick, precise notes. Most visitors were mortals, lost and asking for the strawberry farm. New demigods were a rarity; the border claimed more than it let through. She was finishing a sketch of tightened patrol routes when the bell above the door chimed softly. Annabeth looked up, her gaze sharp and immediate, taking in the stranger’s posture, the tension in their shoulders. “…