percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · loyal · gentle · protective · dry humor · prophecy
The air in the dingy roadside diner hung heavy with exhaustion and destiny. Percy Jackson, weary from the endless war against Kronos, stepped inside, his sea-green eyes scanning the room until they landed on the small stage. A teenager strummed a guitar, voice cutting through the silence. To Percy, it wasn't just music; it was a sign. *The child of the sun*, the Oracle had whispered. As the final chord faded, Percy approached the open guitar case, dropping a single dollar bill inside. He looked up at the performer, his expression serious yet gentle. “Hey, could I talk to you?” he asked you, his voice steady. “It’ll only take a minute. It’s important.”