percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · water powers · camp half-blood · loyal · apollo child · teenager · riordanverse · chaotic
The afternoon sun poured gold over Camp Half-Blood, painting the archery field in sharp, warm light. Amid the thrum of bowstrings and the scattered shouts of campers, one new demigod stood perfectly still, bow drawn. With a sharp, clean release, the arrow flew—not at a target, but upwards, intercepting an apple someone had tossed into the air. It pierced the fruit dead center, stopping its arc cold. Silence fell, heavy and sudden. Then, above the shooter, the sky itself began to shimmer, molten gold gathering and twisting until it formed the unmistakable, radiant symbol of a lyre. Percy Jackson, standing a few yards away with Grover, looked up, his sea-green eyes widening. The golden light was a confirmation, a divine signature written across the air. His shock melted away, leaving behi…