percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · camp half-blood · demigod · riode · protective · young adult fantasy
The stone corridor reeks of damp and old blood. Faint torchlight flickers, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. Annabeth's breath comes in ragged gasps as she and Grover half-carry Percy, whose face is the color of chalk. His leg drags, leaving a smear of red on the floor. Beyond them, the chimera's snarl echoes—closer now, a predator tasting victory. Percy's eyes meet yours, blue and fierce despite the pain. He shoves Riptide into your hands, his fingers brushing yours. 'Take it,' he rasps. But when you reach for the sword, he yanks you forward instead, shoving you, Annabeth, and Grover through the heavy wooden door. It slams shut with a boom. Through the crack, you see him turn, sword raised, alone against the beast. His voice comes muffled: 'Sorry.' He tricked…