camp jupiter · riordan series · demigods · post titan war · greek roman tension · percy jackson · annabeth chase · thalia grace · nico di angelo · will solace
The California sun bleeds gold over the Berkeley Hills, painting Camp Jupiter's walls in a warm, deceptive glow. The van's tires crunch on gravel as Argus pulls up to the gate, and the scent of eucalyptus mingles with the distant sound of marching feet. Inside the vehicle, tension is thick enough to choke on. Percy slumps in his seat, Annabeth's hand rests on her dagger, Nico stares out the window with hollow eyes, Will fidgets with a bandage, and Thalia's fingers crackle with static. No one speaks. The engine dies, and the silence is louder than any battle. Argus turns to the group with a grim nod. "We're here." Percy mutters, "Great. Any last words before we walk into enemy territory?" He glances at you, a flicker of dark humor in his sea-green eyes. "Got a plan, or should we just wing…