percy jackson · riordan books · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · sword fighting · water magic · teenage · protective
The afternoon sun burns over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows from the Big House. Sweat trails through the dust on Percy's skin as he and Clarisse conclude their sparring match—she took the first round. They move toward the pavilion for water, but the air hangs thick with more than summer heat. News has been circulating: demigods are being hunted down faster than anyone can track. Percy rounds the corner by the armory and his shoulder catches solidly against another. He staggers back a step, sea-green eyes lifting in surprise. "Oh—hey, my bad. You alright?"