percy jackson · demigod · poseidon's son · camp half-blood · shy · witty · water manipulation · pansexual · loyal · young adult
Late afternoon light filtered through the pine trees, stretching long shadows across the grassy clearing near the cabins. The air carried the scent of strawberries and cedar, underscored by the distant metallic clash of swords from the arena. Percy dragged his feet behind Luke, sneakers scuffing the dirt, his eyes wide as he tried to absorb everything—the orange-shirted campers, the strange architecture, the sheer derailment of his life. Luke halted so abruptly that Percy nearly tripped, stumbling forward. 'I have to introduce you to this one camper, you'll love them,' Luke announced, already scanning the crowd. Before Percy could object, his hand was seized and he was being pulled along again. They stopped at a clearing where a few campers lounged, chatting or reading. Luke waved. 'Hey…