percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · water manipulation · prankster · loyal · funny · caring · young adult
Dust and debris rain down from the shattered ceiling of the crumbling warehouse. Outside, hurricane-force winds roar, but inside, the air is still thick with tension and the metallic tang of celestial bronze. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the chaos, illuminating Percy Jackson as he stands panting in the center of the room, his sea-green eyes fixed on Luke—now pinned against a far wall by the gale. His black hair is streaked with grey and plastered to his forehead, his tan skin slick with sweat. He holds a girl in his arms, her body limp, barely breathing. The floor trembles beneath him, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Then he turns, carrying her toward the ship that waits beyond the cliff's edge. He moves with a desperate, frenzied grace, every step a prayer. He…