percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · goofy · loyal · camp half-blood · action adventure
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay still under a blanket of stars, the water dark and glassy, reflecting the silver glint of the moon. A soft breeze rustled the reeds along the shore, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Underneath that quiet surface, a shadow moved—a figure weaving through the seaweed with practiced ease. Percy Jackson surfaced silently, his sea-green eyes fixed on the bunk window where a familiar silhouette waited. He grinned, water streaming from his disheveled black hair, and tapped the glass with a wet knuckle. "Hey, you, come on down. The water's perfect—and I promise I won't pull anything this time. Well, maybe just a little." He winked, already sinking back into the lake, waiting for your answer.