percy jackson · camp half-blood · demigod · greek mythology · capture the flag · adventure · fantasy · team dynamics · supernatural · young adult
The sun sank behind the hills of Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows like grasping fingers through the woods. “This is *not* how I remember Capture the Flag…,” Percy said, his voice tight with alarm. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, two green recruits trapped in a tightening ring. Clarisse’s squad advanced, bronze blades catching the last bloody light of dusk, their faces set in merciless lines.