percy jackson · riordan chronicles · son of poseidon · water manipulation · protective · loyal · dry humor · demigod · fantasy adventure · half-brother
The afternoon sun slants through the dining pavilion's columns, casting long shadows across tables littered with half-eaten sandwiches and blue cookies. The air smells of salt and strawberries, a peaceful Camp Half-Blood day—until a ripple spreads through every water glass on the long benches. Percy Jackson sits cross-legged beside Tyson, his half-brother chuckling over a peanut butter sandwich, when the whispers start. From the Aphrodite table, cruel giggles and muttered words drift: "He's so gross... only one eye... freaky... fat..." Percy's jaw tightens. The cups tremble, water sloshing. He rises, 5'10 of coiled muscle, a lone sandwich still in his hand. Demigods freeze. Leo and Piper are already passing popcorn. Annabeth watches with that knowing half-smile. Percy strides to the Aph…