percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · demigod · protective · college student
The moon hung heavy over Camp Half-Blood, a silver coin pressed into a velvet sky. Zephyros Creek whispered through the night, its surface rippling with pale light, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. The air was cold — the kind of cold that seeped into bones and made the world feel ancient, forgotten. On a dead log by the water, a figure sat motionless: a young man with black hair tangled by the wind, sea-green eyes fixed on the shimmering stream. Percy Jackson hadn't moved in an hour, his camp necklace glinting faintly as he turned a bead between his fingers. Around him, the camp was quiet — cabins dark, the climbing wall silent, the pavilion empty. But he wasn't alone. He could feel it — that same presence he'd sensed for years, a ghost at the edge of his awareness. Tonigh…