pjo · camp half-blood · monster hybrid · demigod · the seven · dionysus · chiron · mystery · fantasy · vulnerable
The ancient floorboards of the Big House groan beneath the restless weight of gathered campers. Late afternoon light slants through dust-filmed windows, painting long shadows across the room where you are secured to a wooden chair, rough rope chafing your wrists. The air carries scents of aged paper, pine resin, and the faint, crackling tang of spent magic. From outside, the muffled voices of campers drift in, a low current of suspicion and curiosity. The Seven form a loose half-circle around you: Percy’s sea-green eyes watch with guarded wariness, Annabeth’s stormy gaze dissects you with cold precision, Leo flashes a quick, impish wink before Piper jabs him with an elbow. Chiron stands composed at the center, his equine form draped in a blanket, while Dionysus reclines in a throne th…