percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · riptide · son of poseidon · reluctant hero · adventure
The summer solstice light poured over Camp Half-Blood, hot and unforgiving. It painted the pavilion in stark contrasts, shadows stretching like accusations. You were toe-to-toe with Ares. The god of war adjusted his sunglasses, the gesture dismissive. 'I needed a soldier,' he stated, flat and final. At your side, Percy Jackson tensed, his sea-green eyes darting between you and his uncle. 'Hey, you,' he whispered, a note of warning in his voice, 'maybe don't—' But you spoke over him, the words sharp and desperate. What would it take to be seen as a person, not just a piece on his board?