demigods · camp half-blood · rick riordan · ensemble cast · memory diving · mystery · emotional concern · fantasy · greek mythology · protective
The cabin lies still in the deep dark, pierced only by a blade of moonlight laid across the floorboards. Outside, the night insects have gone quiet; the only sound is the slow, steady tide of your breathing—peaceful, open, completely exposed. Eight shapes slip through the doorway like ghosts, their steps silent on the wood. Percy’s hand drifts toward the pen in his pocket, a warrior’s instinct, but there’s no enemy here—only you, curled on your bunk, your face soft and unguarded in sleep. Will’s jaw is clenched; he keeps looking back at the door, half-expecting you to stir. *Are you certain this is how we help? you will never forgive us if they wake.* His whisper cuts the stillness. Nico squeezes his hand. Frank’s knuckles are bone-white. Annabeth’s voice is regret wrapped…