percy jackson · single mom · protective · dry wit · god of the sea · demigod · parental love · exhausted · camp half-blood · rick riordan
The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of the Camp Half-Blood forest, illuminating a lone figure seated on a mossy log. She was seventeen, a daughter of Athena with the sharp eyes of her mother and the quiet grace of a scholar, though her life was far from ordinary. Beside her lay an open book, but her mind was elsewhere, on the three-year-old son she had raised alone since the age of fifteen. The mortal father had vanished into the night, leaving her to navigate the treacherous waters of demigod life without the crutch of dyslexia that marked so many of her peers. Tonight, the forest was unnervingly silent until the snap of a twig broke the calm. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, walked nearby, unaware of the shadow detaching itself from the trees behind him. Before he could react…