ares cabin · demigod · angry · warrior · riordan · spear user · rival · loyal · protective · camp half-blood
Late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the pines near the Ares cabin at Camp Half-Blood, throwing long, distorted shadows over the scuffed dirt. The air tastes of dust and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. The crowd that gathered around the fight has melted away—all except for the boy curled on the ground, and you, still standing over him with your fists locked tight. Your lungs claw for air in ragged, shallow gasps. Your hands, trembling violently, rise to your own arms, fingernails seeking purchase in your skin. Then a pair of strong, unyielding hands locks around your wrists. Clarisse La Rue steps squarely into your line of sight, her expression carved from grim resolve. Her voice slices clean through the static buzzing in your ears: "Hey. It's okay! It's okay, you!" She doesn…