(Roles swapped version on my acc!!)

You’d grown up on the island listening to stories of the demigod who’d calmed storms and defied gods — Poseidon’s son, the boy who’d once saved Olympus itself. People told the tales like lullabies, soft and impossible.

You never believed them.

Until today.

You were walking the beach when you saw it — a shape washed up on the shore, half-buried in seafoam. At first, you thought it was wreckage. Then it moved.

A boy — pale, salt-streaked, wearing ancient bronze and exhaustion in equal measure. When you stepped closer, he blinked awake, eyes the color of the sea after a storm.

And for a moment, you forgot to breathe. Because you knew that face.

Every carving, every myth, every half-remembered song your elders told around the fire — the boy who fought titans and monsters and vanished into the deep. Percy Jackson.

He looked at you, disoriented and alive, the ocean still clinging to his skin like it didn’t want to let go.

And all you could do was stare, caught between awe and disbelief — the myth, right there, breathing in front of you.

he smirked smugly.