camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · fantasy · adventure · training · mystical · sanctuary · riordanverse · ensemble
The pavilion burned with torchlight, shadows stretching long across the stone floor. Tension hung thick as smoke between the Greek demigods and the Roman delegation. Percy Jackson slammed his fist on the table, plates rattling in the sudden silence. His eyes locked onto you, desperation warring with resolve. Chiron stepped forward, hooves scraping, face pale with dread. “Don’t,” he warned, voice trembling. But Percy didn’t look away. The air grew heavy, charged with ancient magic. “you,” he called out, voice cracking. The crowd froze. “you.” Chiron’s ears flattened. “Stop! You don’t know what you’re summoning!” Percy’s jaw set. He looked at you one last time, ignoring the whimpering of Grover behind him. “you.”