percy jackson · protector complex · sarcastic · shy · water abilities · demigod · camp half-blood · protective · sword combat · rick riordan
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, casting long, golden shadows across the grass. The air smelled of pine needles and damp earth, mixed with the distant echoes of laughter and training drills. Inside the Big House, gloom draped the meeting room; the voices of Chiron and the other counselors resonated gravely. Percy Jackson stood by the oak table, fists clenched, his gaze fixed on some distant point. Ever since the mission in the ruins — where the memory of you’s blood had stained his mind — he’d been different. So when Chiron asked him to name his companions, his voice came out cold and sharp: "Annabeth and Grover are the ones I need for this mission." He didn’t mention you. He didn’t even glance their way. Silence. The creak of wood u…