percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · water manipulation · riordanverse · young adult fantasy · loyal · angst · camp half-blood
A deep, resonant groan vibrates up through the rusted floor of the Princess Andromeda, settling into your very bones. The air in this lower hold is thick, saturated with the smells of salt, mildew, and cold metal—a tomb for the forgotten. A solitary fluorescent light buzzes and flickers overhead, washing the empty chamber in pulses of sickly illumination. You hang from the wall, your wrists scraped raw by celestial bronze cuffs, your arms numb specters stretched above you. A dull, persistent ache pounds behind your eyes. Then, a heavy thud strikes the door. It swings open, and a figure cuts a silhouette against the harsh corridor light—a boy, no older than fourteen, with a wild tangle of dark curls and eyes the storm-gray green of a treacherous sea. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in…