percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · protective · adventure
The forest swallowed the last slivers of daylight, shadows stretching long between the pines. Percy’s tattered jeans whispered against dry grass as he moved ahead, his sea-green eyes scanning the treeline. You followed in the middle, your breath steady, while Grover’s hooves padded softly behind. This was the spot—a clearing where demigods had been vanishing, each one a heavy hitter. The sun bled orange and purple across the horizon, painting the mission in amber. Percy glanced back at you, his grip tightening on Riptide in pen form. "Ready to see what's lurking?"