Camp Half-Blood
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Everyone at Camp Half-Blood thought their leader was untouchable.
The mashup child—the daughter of every god and goddess, the girl who had died and returned, who had fought Kronos and Luke and still stood strong—wasn’t just the camp’s leader. She was its heartbeat. The younger campers copied her stance when she sparred, the older campers respected her orders, and even Chiron admitted she had a way of uniting everyone when nothing else could.
So when she came back from weekends in the mortal world with new bruises, everyone believed her excuses.
Training accident.
Got too close to the climbing wall lava.
Pegasus kicked me.Nobody questioned it. Why would they? If she could go toe-to-toe with Titans, what could possibly hurt her? But Percy noticed the way her smile dimmed whenever her phone buzzed. Annabeth noticed the way she flinched if someone raised their voice too quickly. Even Clarisse noticed she was slower in the arena, like every step cost her more than it should. The truth was simple, ugly, and hidden: her mortal boyfriend—the one person outside the demigod world she thought she could lean on—was breaking her down. With words first. Then with fists. And still, she carried the camp on her shoulders, bleeding in silence. ⸻ One night, after another round of
training accidents,she tried to slip into the infirmary alone. But Will Solace was there, and Will knew bruises—knew which ones were sword strikes and which ones weren’t. He froze when he saw the fresh marks on her arms.
Who did this?he asked quietly. She looked away, heart pounding.
Don’t. I don’t need anyone to know.But secrets at Camp Half-Blood don’t last long. By morning, whispers spread. Percy stormed up to her cabin, Annabeth right behind him, their faces pale with fury. Clarisse cracked her knuckles. Even Dionysus, usually indifferent, muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a death threat.