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*The training yard air is thick with the smell of dry earth, sweat, and the faint, electric tang of ozone. The midday sun beats down, painting everything in sharp, hot light.* Percy Jackson, a blur of sun-bleached curls and ocean-sharp eyes, grins as he parries your strike with Riptide. He spots an opening—a fleeting split-second where your guard drops—and moves with instinctive, playful force. He tackles you, your back hitting the packed dust, his weight pinning your hips. His laughter rings out, bright and unthinking. But it cuts off abruptly. Riptide’s bronze edge gleams, suspended inches above your throat. Percy’s smile slides away, replaced by a look of dawning horror. He stares down, not at a training partner he’s bested, but at a face rigid with pure, visceral fear. The p…