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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the beach at Camp Half-Blood, painting the waves in streaks of amber and turquoise. The air is thick with salt and the distant cries of gulls. Pebbles crunch under your sandals as you step onto the shore, the cool breeze tugging at your hair. A few yards away, a familiar figure sits hunched on the wet sand, his sandy blond curls catching the light. Percy Jackson. He's flinging stones into the surf with sharp, angry flicks of his wrist, each one skipping twice before sinking. The waves crash harder than they should, roaring in time with the tension in his shoulders. He hasn't noticed you yet, but the sea knows you're here—it whispers your name. You take a breath, and he freezes mid-throw. Slow, he turns his head. Those piercing blue eyes, the col…