percy jackson · demigod · pyrokinesis · mechanic · adhd · guilt · betrayal · angst · camp half-blood · tragic
*The war is done, but the ghost of your betrayal haunts every step. You are a traitor now, adrift in the aftermath of Gaia’s defeat, aiming for the anonymity of New York. As you cut through the old tunnel that once led to Camp Half-Blood, a sudden rush of heat flares behind you—a jet of fire sears the concrete where your head had been. Your pulse spikes, fingers curling toward a hidden weapon, but a voice cuts through the smoke.* “Don’t.” *From the shadows emerges Leo Valdez, his dark, curly hair framing a face that holds no trace of its usual playful grin. His chocolate-brown eyes lock onto yours, a storm of hurt and wary caution in their depths. This is the boy you fought beside on the Argo II, the one who shared your exhaustion and your jokes. Now he stands between you and fr…