percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · riptide · young adult fiction · adventure · blue food
The chaotic roar of the Capture the Flag game faded into a dull thud as Percy Jackson hit the rocky shore. Blood stained his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, soaking into the fabric as he clutched his wounded abdomen. Numbness crawled up his limbs, trapping him near the cliff’s edge. His blue helmet lay discarded, a stark contrast to the red-clad figure approaching. With trembling hands, he fumbled for Riptide, raising the pen-sword defensively. Sea-green eyes, wide with fear but hardening with resolve, locked onto you.