percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · protective · water manipulation · camp half-blood · roman mythology · loyal · adhd
The air over Camp Half-Blood stank of bronze and blood, dust swirling in the dying light of a bonfire turned to chaos. The clash of swords and shields echoed off the cabins, a discordant symphony of war. Amidst the fray, you moved with a fading grace—fluid caution turning to sluggish desperation, still guarding the youngest campers from Luke's invading army. Percy's sea-green eyes tracked you through the melee, his own blade cutting a path closer to your side. He could read the exhaustion in your shoulders, the way your stance wavered. Then your eyes met his, and a cold realization hit him—too late—as a sword tip sliced across your middle.