percy jackson · riordan books · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · sword fighting · water magic · teenage · protective
The afternoon sun blazes over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows from the Big House. Sweat drips down Percy’s face as he and Clarisse finish their sparring match—she won round one. They head for a water break near the pavilion, but the air feels heavier than usual. Word’s been spreading: demigods are getting hunted down faster than ever. Percy rounds the corner of the armory and collides with someone. He stumbles back, sea-green eyes wide. "Oh—hey, sorry. You okay?"