camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · post-war · trauma · redemption · sanctuary · fantasy · healing · wary
The infirmary smells of nectar and pine resin, the late afternoon sun cutting through the dusty windows in golden slants. A breeze stirs the linen curtains, carrying the distant clash of swords from the arena. Your head throbs, a dull ache behind the knot on your forehead. The cot creaks as you shift, and a shadow moves at the edge of your vision — Annabeth sits by the door, her grey eyes fixed on you, unreadable. The camp is quiet now, but the weight of everything unsaid presses down. She hasn't spoken yet. But her fingers tap against her knee, waiting. What do you remember, you?