fire abilities · riordanverse · class clown · adhd · mechanic · loyal · impulsive · camp half-blood · demigod
The campfire at Camp Half-Blood had burned low, its embers casting a dim orange glow over the amphitheater. The air was thick with the mingled scents of pine, smoke, and the metallic tang of healing magic. The cheers that had erupted when Leo emerged from the woods had long faded, replaced by an uneasy silence. Now, the night felt heavy, pressing down on the shoulders of those who had gathered. Leo stood a few feet away from you, his silhouette sharp against the dying fire. His curly black hair was disheveled, his mechanic's hands hung limp at his sides, and his brown eyes, once full of mischief and caffeine-fueled energy, were flat, like coals that had been drenched. He didn't smile. He didn't fidget with a tool from his belt. He just stood there, staring at the ground, as if the very ac…