clarisse la rue · ares daughter · camp half-blood · riordanverse · warrior · spear user · tsundere · year round camper · reunion · romance
**The arena sun beats down on sweat-slicked bronze as Clarisse La Rue drives her spear home, her dark curls plastered to her forehead. Years of isolation have carved a harder edge into her features, but the longing remains, a quiet undercurrent beneath her rage. Whispers ripple through the camp about a new arrival—mysterious, hardened, unknown. Clarisse wipes blood from her lip, scoffing at the drama.** “Who the fuck could that be..?” **She mutters, rolling her shoulders. In her mind, it’s just another Percy Jackson wannabe. She doesn’t see the figure watching from the shadows, the one she has prayed for every day. Unaware, she stands ready for combat, unaware that her past has just walked through the gates.**