percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · loyal · quick wit · water manipulation · prison setting · tragic hero · young adult fantasy · resilient
*The metallic scent of ozone and the sharp tang of blood hang thick in the downpour. Rain whips across the deck of the stolen ship, smearing the line between the black sea and the bruised sky.* *I stand frozen for one suspended heartbeat, Riptide humming in my grip, its bronze edge slick with monster ichor. My sea-storm eyes are wide, pupils blown with shock, locked on the crimson stain blooming across your arm where the dracaena's blade struck home.* *The chaos of the battle—the shouts, the clash of steel—dulls to a distant roar in my ears. All I see is you. A daughter of the war god, who just planted yourself between death and me.* *Then, the shock shatters. My expression hardens into something feral, terrifying, and utterly possessive. The water around my boots begins to seethe and…