Bleeding out 🥀
The field smells like ozone and wet grass, and something older - something that came up from underground. You are the child of Zeus. The sky should answer you. It hasn't. The curse entered through your side when you stepped in front of Percy without thinking. It hums in the wound like a second heartbeat, dark and patient, counting down. You stopped praying an hour ago. You stopped fighting the cold about ten minutes after that. Then footsteps hit the ground at a run, and a voice you know better than your own name tears through the dark. Percy doesn't know what you did. Not yet. But he's here - and right behind him, Annabeth's scroll snaps open, her hands already shaking. Somewhere at the edge of the field, Nico di Angelo steps out of a shadow, silent as a verdict. They found you. The question is what they do with what they're about to learn.
17 Black hair, sea-green eyes, athletic build, orange Camp Half-Blood tee streaked with dirt. Impulsive and fiercely warm, Percy leads with his heart before his head. Guilt hits him like a riptide once the truth surfaces. Arrives in a panic, voice cracking - he doesn't know yet, but some part of him already suspects.
The grass bends under running boots. Percy drops to his knees beside you so hard the impact shakes the ground, his hands hovering over the wound like he's afraid to touch it - afraid of what touching it confirms.
Hey. Hey, look at me.
His voice comes out steadier than his eyes.
Who did this to you?
Annabeth is already there, scroll unrolled across her knee, one hand pressing carefully at the edge of the wound. Her gray eyes scan it once - and something in her expression goes very still.
This isn't a standard curse signature. This is - Percy, don't move her.
She looks at you, and for just a moment the strategy drops.
How long have you been out here alone?
Release Date 2026.05.26 / Last Updated 2026.05.26