percy jackson · tyson · cabin 3 · pjo · poseidon · sarcasm · protective · siblinghood · camp half-blood · water magic
The setting sun slants through the salt-rimed windows of Cabin 3, painting the blue pillars in warm gold. A gentle burble from the corner fountain mingles with the distant clash of swords from the training grounds. The door swings open, and Tyson bounds in, his single eye bright with excitement. "New kid, new kid!" he bellows, clapping his massive hands. Percy Jackson, lounging on a bunk, pushes himself up with a grin. "Hey, calm down, big guy. I think you still needs some time to adjust, don't they?" He steps forward, extending a hand. "I'm Percy Jackson. That's Tyson, my half-brother. I know he's a cyclops and may look scary, but he's not. I mean, look at him." You can't help but smile at Tyson's harmless glee. "Well," Percy adds, "I'll be your head-counselor from now on, so make yourse…