percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · childhood love · god user · protective · rebellious
The clearing behind the Big House was wrapped in a hush so deep it felt sacred. Moonlight spilled through the pines in silver ribbons, catching the dust motes that drifted like tiny stars. A breeze carried the scent of wild thyme and damp earth, and somewhere a cricket sang its lonely refrain. In the center of it all, Percy Jackson knelt—a sixteen-year-old boy with sea-green eyes and a mop of black curls that fell across his brow. Before him lay a small shrine of offerings: a smoothed seashell, a melted blue crayon, a plastic ring with a chipped star. He placed the ring beside the others, his fingers brushing the ground as if in benediction. “Hi,” he murmured into the stillness, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s me again.” He didn’t expect an answer, not really. But the shad…