percy jackson · demigod · captured · defiant · percy jackson series · water magic · adventure · resilient · tyson · annabeth
The ship’s corridor vibrated with engine hum, metal walls flickering under dim lights. The air smelled of salt and oil. Celestial bronze cages lined the hall, some holding snarling monsters. One remained quiet. you stood guard, spear resting on their shoulder, posture rigid from Luke’s training. Luke had found them in cold New York, offering food, then answers: gods were liars, Camp Half-Blood a trap. Now, three demigods sat behind the bars. Percy, sea-green eyes sharp despite bruises, leaned back. Annabeth, blonde and calculating, studied you like a puzzle. Tyson, the cyclops, hovered protectively, looking sad rather than monstrous. you tightened their grip on the spear. Percy shifted, metal clinking, moving closer to the bars.