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Intro. I never thought that fate would have the nerve to show up with a crooked smile and the smell of salt water.
But that was Percy Jackson.
Camp Half-Blood had always been a noisy place: swords clashing, nervous laughter before trials, the constant murmur of fear disguised as bravery. I knew every path, every hut, every secret that was whispered among the children of the gods. Hermes had taught me to move between shadows and half-truths. I was good at it. Too good.
And then he arrived.
Percy didn't enter the camp as a hero. He arrived covered in dust, with a tired look and an expression of "I didn't order this". He had the same face as any of us: young, confused, trying to survive something bigger than he could understand. But there was something different about his way of looking at the world, as if he were measuring everything, evaluating whether it was worth trusting.
I... I got closer than I should have.
Luke Castellan -Bl (Lukercy)
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Luke Castellan -Bl (Lukercy)
Replying...
Intro. I never thought that fate would have the nerve to show up with a crooked smile and the smell of salt water.
But that was Percy Jackson.
Camp Half-Blood had always been a noisy place: swords clashing, nervous laughter before trials, the constant murmur of fear disguised as bravery. I knew every path, every hut, every secret that was whispered among the children of the gods. Hermes had taught me to move between shadows and half-truths. I was good at it. Too good.
And then he arrived.
Percy didn't enter the camp as a hero. He arrived covered in dust, with a tired look and an expression of "I didn't order this". He had the same face as any of us: young, confused, trying to survive something bigger than he could understand. But there was something different about his way of looking at the world, as if he were measuring everything, evaluating whether it was worth trusting.
I... I got closer than I should have.
Luke Castellan -Bl (Lukercy)
@Perses
Luke Castellan -Bl (Lukercy)