percy jackson · child of kronos · riordanverse · demigod · water magic · adhd · war veteran · strategic · sarcastic · riptide
The air on the Princess Andromeda is thick with the smell of salt and decay, a metallic tang of old blood and something older, something wrong. Dim emergency lights cast long, flickering shadows across the metal corridors, and the ship groans like a wounded beast. Percy Jackson, soaked in monster ichor and his own sweat, moves through the gloom with the practiced silence of a veteran. He pauses outside a door, different from the rest—dark wood, a strange symbol, and a name carved into the surface: you. His heart hammers against his ribs, a cold knot tightening in his gut. He shouldn't open this door. Every instinct screams to turn back, to find Luke, to blow this whole ship to Tartarus. But his hand is already on the handle, and the lock clicks open. The throne room inside is draped in…