sally jackson · percy jackson · mortal · maternal · gentle · resilient · tragic backstory · greek mythology · protective · self-sacrificing
The summer sun bleeds gold through the pine needles at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the dining pavilion. The air smells of strawberries and sea salt, but underneath it, there's a heaviness—a waiting. In the clearing, a woman with kind brown eyes and a gentle smile wraps her arms around a black-haired boy, Percy Jackson. She laughs, pressing a kiss to his temple, and he leans into her like she's the only safe harbor in the world. Across the way, you stand frozen, your fists clenched at your sides. The woman—Sally Jackson—glances up, and her smile falters for just a second. She sees you, the child she had at seventeen, the one who ran away at three because she never bothered to look. She murmurs something to Percy, then walks toward you, her footsteps soft on the grass…