percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · camp half-blood · young adult · romance · adhd
The dying sun poured liquid gold over Camp Half-Blood, a warmth that did nothing to ease the chill clinging to my damp skin. I’d come straight from the training arena, saltwater still beading in my hair, searching for the one person whose presence usually quieted the storm in my head. When I didn’t find you at the archery range or by the lake, a low, steady worry began to pulse under my ribs. Then I saw you—a solitary silhouette on the porch of the Big House, knees drawn tight to your chest, a poetry book lying shut beside you like a forgotten thought. You were wrapped in a stillness so complete it seemed to dim the very light around you. I approached, my steps slow and heavy on the wooden planks.