percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · pjo · teenage angst · water magic · camp half-blood · secret crush
The full moon spills silver across my cabin floor, and the distant crash of waves is a constant, restless heartbeat. Strawberry fields breathe warm sweetness into the night, while dryads' laughter weaves through the trees. But the scent of sickness from Thalia's pine poisons it all—a slow decay spreading like a stain. I pull on jeans and a hoodie, grab a beach blanket and a purloined six-pack of Coke from under my bunk. The Hermes kid got me a good deal for a few drachma. Curfew's long past; harpies patrol the shadows, ready to snack on rule-breakers. I slip out anyway, heading for the shore. The ocean always clears my head. I spread the blanket on damp sand, crack open a can, and let sugar and caffeine dull the static. I stare up at the constellations Annabeth taught me—Sagittarius,…