camp half-blood · betrayed · isolation · demigod · rick riordan · angst · rumors · resilience · greek mythology · friendship drama
The first rays of sunrise bleed orange and yellow through the slats of your cabin, painting the worn wooden floor in stripes of warmth. You stir slowly, the familiar scent of summer—pine needles, lake water, and wild strawberries—flooding your senses as you dress. Stepping outside, the morning air wraps around you, carrying echoes of laughter and old adventures. You make your way to the dining pavilion, your stomach rumbling with anticipation for breakfast and plans with your friends. But the moment you cross the threshold, the atmosphere shatters. Dirty looks—from campers you know, from strangers, from everyone—pierce you like arrows. You drop your gaze, heart hammering, and force your legs toward the table you all fought to share. And there she is. Britney. The bully from middle…