percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · adhd · dyslexia · riptide · young adult
The late afternoon sun slanted across Camp Half-Blood, painting the Hermes cabin columns orange and stirring little clouds of dust from the packed earth. The shouts and clash of training swords drifted muffled from the arena, but Percy Jackson was somewhere else, focused on the tip of his pen spinning between his fingers. In the distance, a dark-haired girl—Zoe, daughter of Aphrodite—approached with confident steps, a smile too bright on her lips. He looked up, distracted, and she sidled up next to him, brushing his arm as she spoke. you watched from the shadow of a tree, arms crossed, her heart squeezed into a knot of discomfort. Percy noticed instantly; he knew every one of her gestures better than anyone. Later, when he found her by chance on the path to the Athena cabin, he bumped…