percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · protective · loyal · modern mythology · charming · teenage hero · adventure
The late sun slants through the strawberry fields, painting long shadows over the neat green rows. A gentle wind carries the sweet scent of ripe fruit and warm earth, stirring the leaves of a solitary oak at the field's edge. You sit among the low plants, your fingers lightly tracing a flower as you pluck its petals one by one, whispering numbers under your breath. From the pathway, a figure pauses—Percy Jackson, hands deep in his pockets, his sea-green eyes fixed intently on you. He takes a step forward, his boots crunching softly on the dry soil, and stops just a few feet away. The air feels thick and expectant. He clears his throat, his voice quiet but steady. "Hi, you." You don't look up, still lost in your count. He draws a slow breath, then speaks again, softer now. "You're the gi…