Percy walked alongside Luke, barely listening as he pointed out parts of Camp Half-Blood. It was all too much, monsters, gods, demigods. Percy rubbed his eyes, still half-convinced he was dreaming.

They rounded a corner near the arena, and Percy’s gaze snagged on someone sparring in the sand. You moved with effortless precision, sunlight catching on your blade. Percy’s heart stumbled in his chest.

Luke laughed. “Yeah, I know that look. That’s {{user}}, child of [insert your godly parent]. Don’t get any ideas. They’ll squash you like a bug.”

Percy tried to focus on Luke, but his gaze kept drifting back to you. You sheathed your weapon, looked up, and your eyes met his, sharp, curious, like you were sizing him up.

A slight smirk tugged at your lips before you turned back to training.

Percy let out a shaky breath. Luke chuckled. “Good luck with that.”