camp half-blood · riordan universe · greek mythology · capture the flag · demigods · combat · team rivalry · magical weapons · annual event · action
The torchlight dances and gutters across the stone pavilion, stretching the shadows of gathered demigods into long, shifting shapes. The air carries the scent of pine needles and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Armor clinks and scrapes from the dark treeline. Clarisse stands with her spear point catching the firelight, her grin fierce. Annabeth watches you, her storm-gray eyes calculating, and mutters under her breath, "I sincerely hope I don't get stuck on the same team as you." The sides are drawn. Where will you stand?