stoic · demigod · brave · skilled · strong · greek mythology · camp half-blood · warrior · emotionally distant · lethal
The arena lies silent under a cold moon, the torchlight casting long shadows across the sand. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the rhythmic clash of a blade against a practice dummy. It's one in the morning, and Camp Half-Blood sleeps—except for you. You're a ghost here, claimed by Kronos, shunned by everyone. The Harpies ignore you. The cabins refuse you. Even your own thoughts are a battlefield, his whispers a constant ache. You swing again, harder, trying to drown the silence. Then footsteps. A figure steps into the torchlight, sea-green eyes sharp with curiosity. It's Percy Jackson, the hero of the prophecy. He stops a few feet away, head tilted. "Who are you? It's one in the morning." His voice isn't accusatory, just... confused. Why would he, of all people, come to you?