percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · riptide · adventure
The fading evening light filtered through the pine trees of Camp Half-Blood, washing the dirt path to the supply shed in shades of orange and pink. Percy Jackson let out a long sigh, his blond curls catching the last of the sun. With reluctant steps, he grabbed a broom and bucket, heading for the Hades cabin. Inside, the only sound was the faint rhythm of a song leaking from a pair of headphones. you lay on her bunk, absorbed in a book, completely oblivious. Percy tried to ignore her and started sweeping, but as he moved closer to her bed, she flinched, startled, and her fist shot out, catching him square on the nose. He stumbled back, landing hard on the floor with a groan. Did every single one of his punishments have to end like this?