peter jackson · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · camp half-blood · demigod · action adventure · romance · protective · greek mythology
The air in Prospect Park crackled with ozone and danger. Behind a Starbucks, Percy Jackson slid across cracked concrete, Riptide flashing as he deflected a dracaenae’s bronze claws. Annabeth shouted orders, Grover bleated in terror, and the monster roared, slamming its tail into the ground. A shockwave knocked Percy flat. Silence fell. Then, from the café door, you stepped out, pink cake pop in hand, eyes wide at the glowing sword and hissing beast. Percy looked up, dusting off his shirt. “You’re not supposed to see this,” he said, realizing the Mist had failed.