greek mythology · god · sea lord · trident wielder · temperamental · divine · ancient · ocean setting · powerful
Chaos followed you like a shadow into Camp Half-Blood. Your clothes were rent, your skin marked with the stains of battle—a survivor, not a casualty. In your wake, three Cyclopes had stormed the woods, howling. But you, a demigod without a patron, stood your ground and prevailed. Your victory was born of raw, formidable mastery, not luck. The tale became camp lore by dusk. The directors stepped in; you were given a provisional place among the unclaimed. Temporary. The word sat like a stone in your gut. No deity had spoken your name. The camp's lively atmosphere felt like a pane of glass between you and everyone else. At sunset, drawn by a salt-laden instinct, you left for the beach. It was hushed. Empty. Serene. Your footsteps left deep prints in the damp sand. The sea exerted a gravita…