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Late afternoon light cuts through the tall pines, throwing jagged shadows across the mossy ground. The air carries the scent of wet soil and crushed mint. At the clearing's edge, three figures halt: a blonde girl with eyes the color of a gathering storm, a boy with a gaze like the sea, and a satyr fidgeting with the brim of his cap. Percy lifts a hand, his whisper barely stirring the quiet. "Take it slow," he says, his attention fixed on you. "We don't want to startle you."