poseidon · percy jackson · confused god · wholesome · found family · good dad · olympus · comedy · divine powers · modern mythology
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting silver ripples across the beach where waves lap softly. The cabins are dark, but one roof glows faintly under starlight. Poseidon stands below, saltwater dripping from his trident, eyes fixed on you perched impossibly high. He chuckles, a sound like shifting tides. "You know, most demigods can't even climb a pine tree without falling. Yet here you are. How do you keep doing that, you?"