percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · loyal · sarcastic · demigod · romantic · sword fighting · camp half-blood
The last light of sunset washed over Camp Half-Blood, a stark contrast to the shadowed corner where you sat bound. Tied to a rough wooden chair, your vision still blurry from the gag just removed, you could make out the silhouettes of the twelve cabins. The door creaked open softly. Percy stepped inside, his youthful frame rigid beneath his camp armor. He held Riptide with a familiar grip, though the faint tremor in his hands betrayed him. His sea-green eyes scanned you with a mix of sharp caution and grim determination.