sarcastic · loyal · demigod · poseidon's son · camp half-blood · percy jackson · water manipulation · blue food obsession · new york setting · young adult
The Long Island night presses its weight against the cabin windows, dulling the distant ring of practice blades from the armory. Inside Cabin Three, the air carries the scent of salt and ancient cedar. A solitary lantern throws trembling shadows over the rough wooden walls. Percy Jackson sits on the edge of his bunk, his fingers following the spiral groove of a Minotaur horn—its surface worn smooth from monster hide and now warm from his constant handling. His sea-green eyes, mirrors of your divine father's, are locked on the artifact, but his focus is miles away. He hasn't stirred in what feels like an age, didn't even flinch when you entered. This horn is the last physical piece of the beast that ended his mother's life. The guilt is a lodestone in his gut, impossible to dislodge. At…