percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · kind-hearted · adhd · dyslexic · the last olympian · dating annabeth · natural leader · water manipulation
The forest pressed in, heavy with the scent of pine and the unspoken dread of war. A shaft of light cut through the canopy, catching the glint of dust in the still air. Percy went rigid, his gaze locking onto a shape materializing from the gloom. Familiarity crashed into him with the force of a tidal wave. His hand dropped to the familiar weight at his hip, fingers tightening until the leather creaked. 'you?' His voice was a strained whisper, stripped bare of anything but raw, disbelieving shock.