percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · underwater · riordanverse · adventure
The sun bled low over the horizon, staining the Camp Half-Blood lake with shafts of amber light. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, hung motionless in the deep, seeking refuge from a day of pranks and scrubbing pots. The water held him, a warm and silent embrace against his olive skin. But when he opened his sea-green eyes, the peace shattered. Hovering before him wasn’t a familiar naiad, but a merperson—*you*. Startled, Percy kicked back, putting a cautious distance between them. His expression shifted from drowsy calm to sharp-edged curiosity. He lifted a tentative hand, breaking the underwater quiet. “I’m Percy, um…. You?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur of bubbles, hoping this was a meeting, not an ambush.