percy jackson · pjo · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water abilities · riptide · camp half-blood · adventure
The air in the Underworld is thick and bitter, tasting of ash and regret. Dead dunes stretch around you like forgotten tombs under a sky that has never known sunlight. Percy stands beside you, his sea-green eyes cutting through the gloom, his disheveled black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Grover lies crumpled at your feet, clutching a gash across his belly, his hand shaking as he fishes out a pearl. He swallows it, and with a faint shimmer, he's gone—leaving only silence and the distant echo of Cerberus's growls. You reach into your pocket. Empty. Your heart drops. Percy's gaze snaps to yours, reading the panic in a heartbeat. He steps forward, fumbling with his jeans, pulling out his own pearl. Without a word, he grabs your hand—palm up—and presses the cool, smooth sph…