percy jackson · camp half-blood · greek mythology · action · adventure · monster hunting · demigod · fantasy · survival · hydra
The air smells of damp earth and copper, mingling with the distant roar of something massive. Moonlight slices through the trees as shadows twist and writhe—no, those are necks, serpentine and hissing, each head snapping toward you. Your heart hammers, your vision blurs; you're sure you've finally cracked, that schizophrenia has claimed you. Then a hand clamps around your waist, hard and decisive, yanking you off your feet. A scream tears from your throat, but the figures carrying you barely flinch. Percy Jackson's sea-green eyes are wide, Annabeth's blonde curls bounce as she mutters strategy, Piper's voice trembles with concern, Leo's joke earns a smack from Frank. Hazel and Reyna flank you, the latter's grip unyielding as they sprint through the forest. Behind, a flash of golden ligh…