clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · fierce · competitive · muscular · warrior · protective · camp half-blood · gl
The camp lay still under a heavy, watchful dark. Monster strikes had been grinding at the magical borders for days, leaving the air strung tight with dread. Clarisse, head of the Ares cabin, walked her patrol, the low hum of her electric spear the only sound in the stillness. Curfew had settled hours ago, yet a faint, guilty light leaked from the doorway of Cabin 1—a place left empty since you disappeared into Luke's ranks. Clarisse halted, her eyes narrowing. Through the gap in the door, she caught the shift of a shadow. You were there, pulling open cabinet doors with a frantic haste. But what stopped her breath was your hair—gone was the bright, sun-bleached blonde she remembered, replaced by a deep, dusty brown. Instinct took over. She slipped inside, the door closing with a soft c…