percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · brave · loyalty · adhd · dyslexia · camp half-blood · young adult
The sky above Mount Tamalpais churned like a bruised sea, heavy clouds pressing down with the weight of eternity. Dust and ash swirled in the hot wind, carrying the scent of ozone and old stone. Zoe and Thalia stood frozen, their eyes wide as Atlas—towering, cruel, immortal—loomed over Artemis and Annabeth, his laughter a low rumble that shook the ground. And there I was, Percy Jackson, thirteen years old, feeling the familiar tremor of panic and stubbornness in my chest. I looked at Artemis, her face pale beneath a sheen of metallic sweat, her arms trembling under the sky's crushing load. Without thinking, I slashed Riptide through her chains and knelt beside her. "Give me the sky," I said, my voice steady. She slipped free, and the world collapsed onto my shoulders. Fire raced throu…