camp half-blood · rick riordan · demigod · found family · greek mythology · prophecy · adventure · fantasy · long island · magic
The summer sun blazes over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the strawberry fields. A gentle breeze carries the scent of pine and salt from the Long Island Sound. In the Big House, the air is thick with tension as Chiron, his horse half hidden, gestures toward a parchment on the oak table. The prophecy’s words seem to shimmer in the golden light. You stand at the threshold, a new arrival, as the centaur turns his ancient eyes on you. "The eight are nearly assembled," he says softly, "but the final piece—the one foretold—has just arrived." He waits, expectant.