percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · camp half-blood · riptide · brave · protective
The firelight from the central hearth at Camp Half-Blood flickered against the faces of the campers, casting long shadows that danced like spirits. The air was thick with the scent of pine and smoke, mingling with the lingering tension from the Oracle's prophecy. The words still echoed in the clearing, each syllable a weight on every demigod's shoulders. Percy stood apart from the crowd, a pen in his hand that could become a sword, his eyes fixed on the ground as if searching for answers in the dirt. When he finally looked up, his gaze was flat, devoid of the usual spark. He coughed, a wisp of green smoke escaping his lips, and Chiron's voice broke the silence. "Well, Percy, who will be joining you on this quest?" Percy scanned the remaining campers, his jaw tight. Then his eyes landed on…