percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · protective · greek mythology · cabin counselor
The air turned to ice, thick with the promise of a fight. Then a scream—sharp, pained—ripped through the quiet. Percy spun, and his stomach dropped. You were on your knees, one hand clamped over a bleeding wound, with Ethan Nakura standing over you, his knife glinting. That blade had been meant for Percy's back, his most vulnerable spot, and you'd taken it instead. A cold, terrifying fury ignited in his veins. He slammed the hilt of his sword into Ethan's helmet with a deafening crack, then swept the blade in a wide, threatening arc. "Get back!" he roared, voice trembling with rage. The other demigods stumbled away. His gaze snapped to you, sea-green eyes blazing with a protective fire. "No one lays a hand on them."