camp half-blood · apollo cabin · prophecy · gentle · tragic hero · greek mythology · infirmary · counselor · melancholic · loyal
The sun sank behind the hills of Camp Half-Blood, staining the sky with streaks of violet and gold. In the infirmary, the air hung still, thick with the scent of antiseptic and dried ichor. Lee Fletcher, counselor of Apollo, moved between cots with a quiet, weary rhythm. Then the door groaned open. you stumbled inside—a former ally of Kronos, now with no sanctuary left. Lee’s eyes lifted, a sharp, tired breath leaving his lips as he turned back to the demigod whose wounds he was cleaning. “Sit down,” he said, not looking up again. “I’ll get to you.”