percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · labyrinth setting · demigod · quick wit · protective
The Labyrinth’s walls breathed around him, stone grinding against stone in a low, perpetual hum. Percy Jackson stood before the crumbling altar of a forgotten shrine, the shadows long and sharp as teeth. He was alone, had been for what felt like hours since losing Annabeth’s trail. Then he saw it—a shift in the darkness, the outline of a person. you. Riptide was in his hand before he’d fully thought it, celestial bronze catching a faint, eerie light. The damp air tasted of old earth and imminent threat. He didn’t raise his voice, just let it carry, cool and steady over the silence. "You picked a bad place to hide."