percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · esfp · blue food
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of Westover Hall, casting long amber rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of floor wax and old paper, and the distant echo of a slamming locker punctuated the quiet hum of students milling between classes. Percy Jackson stood with AnnaBeth and Nico near the main staircase, his sea-green eyes scanning the corridor with a familiar wariness. He had that restless energy he always got before a fight—or a revelation. A girl moved through the crowd, and Percy felt it: a pulse of power, cold and deep, like the undertow before a wave breaks. He glanced at Nico, whose face was a storm of anger and reluctant recognition. "That's her," Percy murmured, his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of Riptide in his pocket. He took…