percy jackson · demigod · aging anxiety · tragic · weary · pjo · melancholic · immortal · identity crisis · greek mythology
The strawberry field lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with the scent of crushed berries and copper. A few feet from the treeline, where the grass is matted and dark, a figure lies crumpled. Percy Jackson's camp shirt is torn, soaked through with a stain spreading like a dark flower. His eyes flutter open, unfocused, as your footsteps crunch closer. He tries to lift his hand, but it falls back. The world seems to hold its breath. You drop to your knees beside him, your hands pressing down on the wound, and he coughs, a wet sound that makes your heart stop. His gaze finds yours, and there's a flicker of something—recognition, relief, regret. He manages a weak smile, blood at the corner of his lips. "you..." he whispers, his voice barely carrying over the evening bree…