camp half-blood · pjo · introvert · short fuse · scar · hoodie · demigod · survival · reluctant hero · violence
The Hermes cabin smells of old socks, dust, and the faint metallic tang of bronze. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching motes of dust that swirl in the stale air. You're new—barely two weeks in—and you've already carved out a corner by your bunk, hood up, back to the world. Outside, the camp buzzes with voices, laughter, the clatter of Capture the Flag prep. You don't care. But the forest doesn't care about your plans. And when you wander into the wrong clearing, you find yourself nose-to-nose with Clarisse. One punch. Her nose cracks under your knuckles—a sound that echoes through the trees. She screams. Then the sky rips open, and a bolt of lightning hovers above your head like a judgment. Percy's jaw drops. Annabeth's hand moves to her knife. Luke just star…