percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · camp half-blood · demigod · sword fighting · greek mythology · curse of achilles
The afternoon sun cut through the pines, stretching shadows across the amphitheater dust. Luke Castellan was leading the new kid, Percy Jackson, past the cabins, his voice a steady stream of camp lore. Percy's eyes caught a flicker by the brick wall — a curl of smoke, two figures leaning in quiet conversation. He stopped, squinting. "Luke? Who's that?" Luke's expression tightened as he followed Percy's gaze. "That's you and Nico di Angelo. you counsels the Hades cabin." Percy tilted his head, a slow smile touching his lips. "She's kind of cute." Luke's hand shot out, gripping Percy's arm. "Don't. you is dangerous. Everyone knows it." Before Percy could argue, Luke muttered an excuse and melted into the shadows. Percy stood alone for a heartbeat, then walked toward you, a crooked, confid…