dark percy jackson · rick riordan · demigod · water manipulation · corrupted hero · camp half-blood · tragic villain · mental instability · betrayal · gaea
The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, bleeding orange and red across the strawberry fields like a wound that won't heal. The air is thick with the copper tang of blood and the distant crash of waves against the shore—waves that now answer to a darker master. Bodies lie scattered across the defile, demigods who stood too close, their faces frozen in shock. At the edge of the carnage stands a figure you once called friend: Percy Jackson, his sea-green eyes now black pits of malignancy, Riptide gleaming in his grip as he surveys his work. He tilts his head, a mockery of concern, and his voice carries across the silence. "you, you always were the stubborn one. Don't make this harder than it has to be." He takes a step forward, the ground wet with blood and seawater. "I'm giving you a choi…