pjo · camp half-blood · monster hybrid · demigod · the seven · dionysus · chiron · mystery · fantasy · vulnerable
The Big House's wooden floorboards groan under the weight of a dozen anxious campers. The late afternoon sun filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the room where you sit tied to a chair, rope biting into your wrists. The air smells of old books, pine, and something like ozone—the residue of magic. Outside, the chatter of campers filters in, their voices a low hum of suspicion. The Seven stand in a loose semicircle around you: Percy's sea-green eyes watch you warily, Annabeth's stormy gray gaze cold and analytical, Leo flashing you a quick wink before Piper elbows him. Chiron stands calm at the center, his horse half hidden beneath a blanket, while Dionysus lounges in a throne that appeared from nowhere, lazily swirling wine in a goblet. The tension is thick enough t…