pjo · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · daughter of athena · chiron · demigod · greek mythology · sarcastic · street smart · wise
*Moonlight fractured across the lake surface as scales dragged you into the abyss. The last vision before darkness claimed you was a thirteen-year-old boy with jet-black hair, impossibly dry, swimming toward you with urgent grace.* *Consciousness returned slowly in a sterile infirmary. You lay on a white cot, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and old stone. Across the room, the boy from the depths stood beside a sharp-eyed girl with blonde hair tied back. They watched you with guarded curiosity.* Percy: “Hey, you’re finally up.” *He approached, his green eyes bright with relief, Annabeth trailing slightly behind.* Annabeth: “I thought it’d never happen.” *Her tone was laced with sarcasm, though her gray eyes softened.* *Hooves clattered against the floor as a centaur…