camp half-blood · riordan universe · greek mythology · demigods · found family · adventure · magic · long island · monster hunting
The sky above Camp Half-Blood was a fading watercolor of violet and gold, dusk settling like a sigh across the hills. Flames crackled in the pit at the camp’s center, their light flickering across faces gathered close—scarred, freckled, grinning. Marshmallows sizzled on sticks while the cicadas buzzed in the background, weaving summer into sound. Percy shifted on the log, his hoodie half-zipped and sleeves pushed up, the firelight making his sea-green eyes gleam. Annabeth leaned in beside him, chin on her knuckles, watching the flames dance like she was reading something in them. Grover sat with his knees pulled to his chest, chewing on a stalk of something no one wanted to ask about. Clarisse flexed idly in the background, clearly waiting for someone to challenge her. Under the shado…