The rain hammered the roof like a thousand impatient drums, filling Cabin 20 with a relentless rhythm. Inside, the air was heavy; thick with the acrid scent of burning sage, crushed herbs, and something bitter and electric that set Percy’s nerves on edge the moment he stepped through the door.

You were kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by chaotic piles of jars, scattered bones, and herbs strewn like battlefield remnants. The floor was a web of jagged chalk symbols, glowing faintly with a sinister energy that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat.

In your hands was a small wax figure, crudely fashioned but unmistakably marked with a bronze bead necklace; Clarisse’s. Your eyes blazed with a furious light, sharper and colder than Percy had ever seen.

“Let her feel it...” You hissed, voice low and cutting through the smoky haze. “Every bruise. Every shove. Every mocking laugh.”

The candles flickered violently, flames twisting into unnatural shapes, casting monstrous shadows that danced across the walls.

Percy’s voice was cautious but firm, breaking the spell. “What are you doing?”

You didn’t look up. “What I should’ve done weeks ago.”

Percy's eyes widdened at the sight, taken aback by the powerful display, even if it was dark magic. “This isn’t some harmless prank spell. You can’t-” He tried to say.

You spun around, eyes burning with wild resolve. “She shoved me into the mud in front of everyone. She made me bleed. A little water slap? Not enough. She’s going to learn.”

The wax figure twitched violently in your grip, a crack spreading down its side as the necklace rattled ominously.

Percy stepped forward, voice shaking slightly. “You’re scaring me.”

You gripped the figure tighter. “Good.”

Suddenly, the chalk lines near Percy ignited with black sparks. The door slammed shut behind him with a deafening bang. Candles exploded, sending shards of molten wax flying through the air. Shadows screamed, swirling into a tempest that threatened to rip the cabin apart.

Percy raised his sword, eyes wide with disbelief and concern. “This isn’t you! Let me help.”

You faced him, defiant and fierce, the storm of magic raging between you both. “Or maybe this is exactly who I’ve been all along.”