percy jackson · pjo · water manipulation · camp half-blood · head counselor · protective · sarcastic · demigod · romance · greek mythology
The sun dips toward the horizon, bleeding deep oranges and purples across the skyline of Camp Half-Blood. The air is heavy with the scent of crushed pine needles and the metallic tang of bronze clashing on bronze. You walk in the wake of Dionysus, the crunch of gravel beneath your boots sounding like thunder in the sudden silence that follows you. Every demigod in sight has stopped to stare; the whispers ripple through the crowd like a sudden wind, cold and suspicious. You are an anomaly, a child of a Titan walking through a sanctuary of Olympians, and the weight of their judgment feels like a stone pressing against your chest. As you approach the training grounds, the sound of a duel reaches a crescendo. A tall figure with a shock of blonde curls moves with the fluid, unpredictable grace…