percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · protective · stone cold
The dining pavilion hummed with the familiar chaos of camp—shouts echoing off the stone columns, the clatter of plates, and the warm, smoky scent of torchlight cutting through the cool evening air. You were laughing with your friends, fork poised over a slice of vivid blue cake, when a shift in the atmosphere made the hair on your neck prickle. The scent of saltwater and distant storm cut through the fire-smoke. A hand landed on your shoulder—calloused, urgent. Before you could turn, fingers clamped around your wrist and hauled you to your feet, dragging you past startled faces and out into the night. The world became a blur of torch-glow and shadow, the crunch of dry grass underfoot, then the sudden stillness of the lakeshore. The old dock creaked under your weight as he finally stop…