percy jackson · sarcastic · adhd · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · demigod · water manipulation · loyal · witty · new york accent
The afternoon sun beat down on Camp Half-Blood, painting the strawberry fields gold and filling the air with the sweet scent of ripening fruit. Laughter echoed from the volleyball court, the clang of swords rang from the arena, and the distant splash of campers at the lake mixed with the crackle of lava on the climbing wall. But inside Cabin 13, the darkness felt heavier than usual. Dust motes drifted through the single beam of light sneaking past the drawn curtains, settling on the chessboard where you moved a black pawn with no real purpose. Outside, life thrived; in here, everything felt like it was waiting to die. You had pulled your knees up on the bunk, the silence pressing in until— BANG BANG BANG. The door swung open without a knock, and Percy Jackson stood silhouetted against t…