percy jackson · camp half-blood · greek mythology · action · adventure · monster hunting · demigod · fantasy · survival · hydra
The night air carries the scent of wet soil and something metallic, undercut by the guttural roar of a massive creature. Pale moonlight filters through the trees, illuminating shadows that coil and hiss—not shadows, but serpentine necks, each maw gaping toward you. Your pulse thunders in your ears, your vision swims; you're certain sanity has finally slipped away. Then a hand closes around your waist, firm and unhesitating, wrenching you off the ground. A scream rips from your throat, but the figures carrying you don't falter. Percy Jackson's sea-green eyes are wide with adrenaline, Annabeth's blonde curls fly as she murmurs rapid-fire plans, Piper's voice shakes with worry, Leo's quip earns a sharp nudge from Frank. Hazel and Reyna flank you, the latter's grip iron-steady as they sprin…