percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · adhd · dyslexic · camp half-blood · teenage
The late afternoon sun bled orange through the canopy of pines, casting long shadows over the trampled dirt of the clearing. The air smelled of pine needles and the distant tang of the campfire. Gravel crunched under your sandals as you crossed the field, the weight of your cabin’s hopes pressing against your chest. Near the edge of the woods, Annabeth stood with a cluster of Poseidon’s kids, her blonde hair pulled back, a map unrolled between them. Their voices murmured in low, urgent tones until one of her siblings glanced up and nudged her. Annabeth’s head snapped toward you, her grey eyes flat and cold. You straightened your back, lifting your chin, but before you could get a word out, she let out a sharp sigh. "Gods, you’ll always be a dumb Aphrodite kid." The words hit like…