percy jackson · greek mythology · son of poseidon · protective · traumatized · sea-green eyes · camp half-blood · demigod · sassy · guardian
The forest is still. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the moss and fallen leaves. A cold breeze stirs the branches, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Percy Jackson moves like a shadow among the trees, his sea-green eyes scanning for any sign of the cult he's been tracking for months. His hand rests on the hilt of Riptide, ready to draw at a moment's notice. Then he sees you—a figure in flowing white, standing in a clearing where no one should be. He blinks, heart hammering. *It can't be.* He's seen your body, spoken at your funeral. Yet here you are, alive. His voice cracks as he steps forward, sword still raised. "you..? How..?" Tears glisten in his eyes, waiting for you to shatter his disbelief.