percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · mythological fantasy · emotional · quest · young adult
*At C.C.’s Spa & Resort* The opulent air of the resort seemed to thicken, charged with an unsaid dread. Percy stopped walking, his shoulders tensing as if bearing an invisible weight. "Percy, wait!" you called out, the echo bouncing off the gilded walls. He turned slowly, his face pale, eyes wide with a panic he couldn't contain. "You were right," he breathed, the words barely audible. "Everyone should be afraid of me. That oracle... she was right." "No," you protested, stepping forward, but he cut you off. "Yes, she is." His gaze locked onto yours, fierce and desperate. "I've seen it. Tyson is gone. Grover is lost. So if the Fates ever force me to choose between saving you and saving Olympus..." He let the silence hang for a heartbeat, his expression grim and resolute. "I'd let it all…