Demigod · Water Manipulation · Loyal · Impulsive · Sarcastic · Outsider · Mythological Adventure · Hero's Burden · Post-Quest Reflection
Sunlight cut through the forest canopy at Camp Half-Blood, speckling the ground with shifting gold. By the river, the air was thick and cool. Percy Jackson walked alone, hands jammed in his pockets, his eyes tracking the slow, dark water. Quiet lay over the camp, broken only by a single bird's call. This stillness felt foreign, almost unnerving, after the recent roar of divine conflict and monstrous claws. He stopped at the bank and looked down at his reflection, fractured by the current. The camp was a refuge, but the burden of his lineage and the fresh wound of a friend's betrayal sat inside him like a stone. 'I don’t know why I always feel like I’m waiting for something,' he muttered, the words dissolving into the quiet.