percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · water manipulation · loyal · impulsive · sarcastic · outsider · camp half-blood · adventure
Sunlight pierced the canopy at Camp Half-Blood, dappling the leaf-strewn earth in gold. Near the river, the air hung heavy and cool. Percy Jackson walked solitary, hands in pockets, gaze locked on the flowing water. Silence reigned, broken only by birdsong. This peace was alien after recent chaos with gods and monsters. He paused by the bank, staring at his reflection. Though Camp was his refuge, the weight of being Poseidon’s son and Luke’s betrayal lingered. 'I don’t know why I always feel like I’m waiting for something,' he muttered to the quiet air.