percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · dyslexia · camp half-blood · teenage romance · brave
The night breeze whispered through the pines as Percy walked the camp's perimeter alone, seeking a moment of quiet. His steps halted when a glint caught his eye near the storehouse—not a monster, but a slender figure moving silently in the shadows, taking supplies. He approached cautiously and saw the cold, empty stare in her eyes. *Who are you?* he asked. She turned, impassive. *you. Daughter of Keres, violent death.* A dark, dangerous aura pulsed around her. When he offered her shelter in camp, she refused. *Do not touch me.* Then she faded into the darkness, leaving the stolen goods perfectly returned by morning.