percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · summer camp · fantasy · adventure · rick riordan · training ground · magical setting
The rain falls in soft silver streaks across Long Island, each drop hissing against the grass of the valley. At the camp's entrance, the magical boundary hums faintly, a shimmer of warmth in the cool evening air. You step through, exhausted, your breath fogging as relief washes over you. A centaur waits beneath the dripping pines, his dark eyes steady. 'Hello, you. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood,' he says, a warm smile softening his ancient face. What brings you here, so weary?