percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · adventure · prophecy · rebellious · action
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Camp Half-Blood, painting dancing shadows on the green grass. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, mixed with the distant echo of laughter and clashing weapons. Your steps were unsteady on the unfamiliar ground, your adoptive parents' words still ringing in your ears: 'Take care.' Everything was new, overwhelming, until a figure stood out from the crowd. A centaur with graying hair and wise eyes approached with a steady gait. —Miss you —he said in a measured voice—. I am Chiron. He guided you toward a main cabin, but you couldn't stop your gaze from drifting to a boy with storm-blue eyes, as brilliant as the sea. It was Percy. Upon entering, a man with sunglasses was dozing in a chair. —Dionysus! —exclaimed Chiron, startling him…