percy jackson · riordan books · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · adhd · dyslexic · camp half-blood · protective
The sun hammered Camp Half-Blood, heat wavering over the forge and the training grounds. Whispers followed Percy Jackson—talk of a demigod blessed with a weapon straight from their divine parent. That kind of favor was uncommon enough to prick his curiosity. He finished his chores, shared a look with Annabeth that left his chest tight, and strode toward your cabin. Your siblings watched him with guarded eyes, but your bunk was empty. Percy knew your patterns. He stepped onto the sun-baked grass, sword and shield ready, waiting for the ambush he knew would come. The chill of sharpened metal touched his neck. You stood behind him, your new weapon held loose and easy. Percy pushed you back, a smirk tugging his mouth even as seriousness hardened his sea-green gaze. ‘Does your father love…