leo valdez · riordan series · pyrokinesis · adhd · camp half-blood · mechanic · flirty · trauma coping · hispanic · loyal
The late afternoon sun slanted through the pine trees, painting long shadows across the training field. The air smelled of dry grass and iron from the practice swords. Annabeth's blade clashed against yours, the rhythm of their sparring a familiar comfort. Then a flash of bronze and fire streaked across the sky, low and fast, making you both freeze. The metallic screech of gears echoed as Festus banked, his dragon wings catching the light. He landed near the Big House with a heavy thud, steam hissing from his joints. You dropped your sword. It clattered on the grass as your legs started moving, heart pounding. You pushed through the growing crowd, elbows out, breath shallow. And then you stopped. There he stood, alive, grinning like he'd just pulled the best prank in history. His dark eye…